Bus Poem# 7. Chelsea Ramble Poem by robert dickerson

I like them, these days
coming from the train
mornings of cool exhalations
summer mostly gone
the sun a broken comb of tawny honey
basting the leaves
of the prehistoric trees
Ginko biloba
fringey maidens'hair
(cures Alzheimers'?)
bluesilver babes
leaning in doorways
thinking of their new boyfriends
thinking of the weekend or
nothing at all but the
flags lifted evenly by the breeze
yellow, rose red, cream of green
imported from Mexicos'
imported from Guams'
at truckstop and bus stop
sedums and geraniums
hooped in half barrels
factories, phylacteries,
goods and services
guns and butter;
hammers bang
hoses hose
doorways yawn
gears groan
sparks shoot, saws
circularly whinny
wobbly sheets of clean-pressed metal
shimmer their thunders
flung in stacks
or folded into artifacts-
collars and elbows
duct-made frames
flex conductors
cupulae et plena.
Brooms brushing tides of filthy sludge
wetly whisper: pho...
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