Nolan Poem by Ed Roberson

Nolan

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riding the bullet train
the view passes by so fast
it is either a blur they say
or —like night lightning
strobes the raindrops
to a stop in midair
in that soundless moment—
maybe from the train you can glimpse
waiting there
one of those famous petals stopped still
in midair holding its wave to you
in place. write us
and tell us if
this is so.

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Ed Roberson

Ed Roberson

Pittsburgh / United States
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