Saturday, August 30, 2008

Iron Horses

Every midnight I hear iron horses
gallop, hear their whinnies echo metal
through the sodium-vapor vault of heaven.
Hoofprints, limned in ozone, rust and oxide
in the street, retrace their hidden courses
through the city. Steam from every kettle
brewing tea or coffee up at seven
shapes remembered horses.
Down at dockside
iron ships that travel without sails
wait while loaders drive in on the freeways.
Leaning gantries whisper to each other:
"Change is coming, sister-ship, crane-brother.
Coal and steam were king and queen, but these days
lightning whips the horses on their rails."

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3 comments:

crazy working mom said...

Wow, this was a very beautiful read!

"Hoofprints, limned in ozone, rust and oxide
in the street, retrace their hidden courses
through the city." was my favorite line!

Nice job. Happy Manic Monday.

Mine is a bit of a different take...you can find it here.

splummer said...

Awesome writing!! I can hear the trains that run behind my house. They sound so lonesome!

TopChamp said...

Your words paint a great picture.