RIDING NJ TRANSITA Poem by Penny LaneI wonder if others wonder the way I do when
staring out the window, close to narcoleptic sleep about the trash lining the tracks and what that weathered plastic bottle contained before
it emptied, aged, and yellowed lost
its label in a series of rainstorms Whose hand did it leave to come to rest for
eternity beside the track or will that bottle ever reach another hand again this
time as trash---evil" not its own fault, but that of our own
perception Will any hand ever hate it enough to care? --Who came to this place, (why this place?) to mark
that ignored and purposeless structure with a
name, or slang, or sign paint can and bottle, discarded brothers but the
can knows, remembers its purpose as the
evidence remains And though the hand that left the can knew
that eyes would behold its art it still
seems left with no intent And no one talks about it" the
bottle, the
can, the
bulbous letters What is there to say? but I refuse not to wonder. © 2013 Penny Lane |
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Added on December 3, 2013Last Updated on December 3, 2013 Tags: poetry, poem, trash, new jersey, nj transit, thoughts, wonder Author
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