THE TRAVELER AWAKES. HER TRAIN AWAKES
A poem by Nick Courtright
(She dreamt too much. She dreamt too
much and worried.)
A man balances cocktails
On a cart balancing on wheels
Above wheels. It is all in motion—
The cart, the train, the earth
As it fiddles with its patterns.
The lights flicker. And so she awakes.
Deep breath. She and everything is
Still around her, around her red lips.
She is no traveler, no broad image
To be watched. She is no portrait.
Night wraps the train like a mitten.
She awakes. Her fist closes
Around a moth, its dust shook-shooking
An invertebrate panic
Impossible to see. She's no moth.
She is stillness. She is a train in the dark.
Seeing
Fall 2007 Poetry
.ETCETERA by Ron Miraflores
Featured Poet: Judson Hamilton
Editor’s Choice: Michael Ogletree
TRUTH IN ADVERTISING by Patricia
Fillingham
PAMONA HILLS by Daniel Wilcox
YOU AND LANGSTON HUGHES by Rosemary
Pennington
QUIET ASYLUM by Candy Tothill
THE TRAVELER AWAKES. HER TRAIN AWAKES by Nick Courtright
DYING ALONE by Helen Peterson
THE LIE by Daniel S. Irwin
NEWSPAPER PHOTOS OF THE BROKEN WORLD by
Donna Munro
OCCUPIED TILL I DIE by J. Alan Nelson
BECAUSE LOVE IS LIKE THE SHORTEST DAY by
Dave Migman
YOUR EYES ARE by Jennifer Bowles
OF BEAUTIFUL SOULS by David McLean
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