On the edge of Bratenahl


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Image of Summer 2020

An ancient ghost of a train rattles across rusted rivets

It sings on the tracks of work once done

Of houses just built, ready to house, to feed

Of families out in the street on Sundays

 

The train runs infrequent now

The buildings losing paint like an old man losing hair

Orange has sunken into the colors, rusting

A lonely bus pulls up on the dead street

 

On the other side of the train bridge

There anchors another of concrete, cool, grey

Shaking, vibrating, strutting its load

Four lines of racing death, headed back and away

 

Beyond bridge two lays Quiet, sleeping

Napping away under ancient soldier trees

Soldiers alert in their blue and white passing every five

Keeping the rust away from the hedgerows

 

Here shine the towering houses

Armoured against poverty by their stained glass

They chose here for the lake

Waves crash on their back porches

 

Two bridges

Two budgets

Two cities

One soil

 

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A. Siegelster · ago
Beautiful poem! I love the imagery of the city, it feels like I'm looking at/imagining a watercolor painting.
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Tony Martello · ago
I feel like I'm there. Colorful imagery. 5-votes, my full support. Check out my entry, "Maize of Color" in the short fiction category and vote if you like it. Tony