Chris McInnes

Rookie (1988)

Sakuranbo - Poem by Chris McInnes

Trains rush past; organic impulses to the city.
We, both together:
metallic.
staccato
Buildings blurred by the wayside. Gone.
Silence—
our fingers entwine in anticipation,
become lost in skin

.memories skylark down silvery streets:
.barren now
.winter soon
.footprints ahead-
isn’t an echo precious to hold?

Sakura falls in array of our silhouettes;
its branches shelter sky from falling snow.
Trains pulse within an esoteric continuum—
epizoa
We, outlined under the tree-line;
our eyes scan the neon rhapsody.

.this is freedom

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 2, 2008



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