How fast clouds move
Across the slate-gray sky.
Puddles hoard the rain.
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Thanks to many, many people for their support and encouragement over the years and a special thank you to Valerie Meek for the great cover!
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Burns from the broth
of Ramen noodles
never deceived the ER.
between balcony and grave,
you are still flying.
While racing to catch the inbound 7:25,
I thought I saw Brian slouched
over a Globe on the outbound subway platform — you know,
that certain type of shirt, flash
of facial hair, unique shoulder movement.
He didn’t look up and it was too far to call out,
but I looked back in time
to see drop-forged wheels rush forward,
splintering our fragile
Yes, it is a long way from Clare
to the financial district, but it has a good view
of elbows and mid-sections,
backpacks and shoulder bags.
Although equally crowded, it’s true that,
under normal circumstances,
the commuter train is faster.
Today, however, is far from normal,
and Grace resonates
on the shuttle bus
leaving from the derailment.
-In memory of Jim McCann, October 26, 1944 – March 5, 2015
Vera S. Scott
written 18 July 2019