The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for January 2003
seagulls perched
on the roof
waiting for
the train
smelling the
coffee from
the ice cream
shop below
[what else
can you
smell in
December]
the sun slants
the flag swings
horizontal in the
cold
the cars
exhaust in the
parking lot
the pigeons
join the
gulls above
it all
watching
the platform
on the lookout
for discarded
empties
the solstice sun
blazing
through the
trees and
chimneys
the salt
crunching on
concrete
just in case
there’s snow
[or not
it’s paid
for]
the kids
with no place
else
to
go
line up
to come to
work with
bedraggled
parents
their
voices echoing
among sleeping
students, news
paper readers,
gossip and
automatic
chatter
the conductors
rejoice
o come
all ye
faithful
and in the
heavens
the
winter
huffs and
strains and
imperceptibly
begins to
wither
the last
act or the
first
depending
on how you
count
[i go
by
November]
happy new year
December 24,
2002