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A Patient Passenger

by Ken Harnisch

I wait at the station
A patient passenger
Ticket in my hand
Knowing, more or less,
You will not show.
 
And who is the hero?
The patient man
Or the apprehensive woman
Who thinks wisdom is
A reservoir of “buts.”
 
What I seek is
Deemed immoral
But if that were all I were
You could have gone home early
And left our consciences unscarred
 
Instead, you watch
From the hilltop
Picking up your skirts;
Yearning for the platform;
Your heart engaged, but not your feet.
 

11/16/2002

Posted on 04/25/2007
Copyright © 2022 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/25/07 at 04:09 AM

I love that second to last stanza. It just sticks to me, for some reason. Great work.

Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/26/07 at 04:18 AM

Wow... you really blow me away when you post from Poesie...... This is so heart stopping. I wonder how many times in life people have experienced both sides of this... I love that last line, that really isn't a surprise though... you always have had a way with last lines *grin* that got to me. The last reminds me of another of yours I always liked about moving that left foot.

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