017. Red Line (Morse)

by John Herzog

cherry blossoms dance upon us,
pink diamonds blooming in the sun

over train line roving
over stone graffiti bridges

through every neighborhood
between Gold Coast and El Dorado

we're two stops to the terminus,
then no more track to travel

and I cannot keep riding
without knowing my station

I cannot keep riding
not knowing the destination

so take my hand if you will have me
in your city of gold,

down canals and singing passages
past citadel gates,

and reveal yourself to me -
are you man? or myth?


Author's Note: CTA Red Line, Morse station.

Posted on 05/08/2018
Copyright © 2021 John Herzog

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 05/10/18 at 11:07 AM

What an enlightening ride this was. You sent me to Google to explore CTA Red Line Morse Station. You poem and what I read make me want to visit there next time in the windy city. However, your poem is so much more than descriptive of part of the L. For me, anyway, it is an invitation to partake of the human journey with its vagaries and misadventures, dotted with the necessary points of departure and arrival we depend on each day. It seems that I find myself still riding not knowing for sure my destination, but knowing for sure that the trip cannot be made without holding a hand. Thanks so much for this beautiful, thought-provoking piece. It is inspiring me to write.

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