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On the train to Philly
by Bradd Howarda train of thought
and the whispered promise
of a reunion
somewhere other than here.
Cuddle puddles and the giggles of travel weary feet.
We have come together
hands clasped
ring around my rosey
expectance...
a darkening eye
a twitching mouth
a quivering crotch.
What do we do with these gifts?
Unpacking our bags of uncertainty
we pull out crumpled socks, wadded up shirts,
worn out pens.
wrinkled ink stained promises.
we've come home. 04/29/2006 Author's Note: for paul and sarah... I el you guys muchly.
Posted on 04/30/2006
Copyright © 2024 Bradd Howard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 04/30/06 at 04:33 AM I am again in awe of your ability to meld mere words with human emotion. |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 04/30/06 at 09:15 PM nana just eled this with me, and she's wearing a number 27 sweatshirt zippy thing, and we just got gas, and we're going to eat mexican with my sister, and i wore blah blah something of hers. ahahahah, jk, no i'm not. anyway. el, wish you were twitching around with us. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 05/02/06 at 06:04 PM I love how, in this piece, you take the reader to so many soft memories with new fervor and crisp ideas...lovely...all the best to u, *jewels* |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 07/17/06 at 07:08 PM what a poem of layers and intricate intimacy falls between the words...a pleasure to read, looking forward to reading more, peace *jewels* |
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