To The Radio Poem by Bengt O Björklund
To The Radio
Folding slow back burning trains
of rail sounding Indian music
I bet my worn casket tale carriage
the night will only be just that:
The night.
Cautious beneath the mask
of social alarm
expressions talk freely.
Daring the limited
is just about all
one breath can do
in a temporary station.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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