subway poem #4

It’s the Green line that goes east to Anacostia.
All the eastbound trains, though, pass through
L’Enfant Plaza, every line except the Red.
Anacostia is my spiritual home, you know,
both my endowment and my inheritance.

The bridge that crosses the Anacostia River
has always been a gate for me, an arch
straddling two dimensions, space and time,
a transition and a transformation affording access
to new hopes, new loves, and new opportunities.
East is the new frontier. Go East, young man!

The Orange line to New Carrollton was packed
this morning. I felt like a canned sardine.
But a large crowd got off at Farragut West –
must be lots of jobs and offices there.

It’s good to know. Sometime stanzas spill out
in strange order. We have to re-arrange
our rambling thoughts, take stock, get back on track.

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Author: Raymond Maxwell

https://raymmaxx.wordpress.com/ Librarian, archivist-in-training, retired foreign service officer and Navy veteran.

4 thoughts on “subway poem #4”

  1. Your last stanza is the best! “we have to re-arrange / our rambling thoughts, take stock, get back on the track” (maybe get back on the train? so you have that end rhyme?)
    Good job! I have a poetry contest you might be interested in submitting to!

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