The Right Column


Buses
rolling on
the far away
horizon

That day
since I'd
ridden
the bus 
since
North 
Carolina
I needed
to nap
so I napped
on the bench
of the train
station
in Princeton.

I'd been there
once in college
on a Friday night
depressed
having read
Sylvia
from 
Wellesley
who's a 
bummer
and hated her
dad so
it ripped her
to pieces.

I don't
let anything
depress
me like
that anymore
that I read
either in
the way that
the stars shimmer
or crows and
what direction
they fly
in a field
towards a
big red
barn.

Just sleep there
and wait
for the commuter
train to bring
me to Philadelphia
where I can
catch
the amtrack
home towards
regions of 
increasing
light.


9 Oct
2008
-BP