The story behind this poem is a bit strange. I was riding in the car on my way across the country to visit colleges and was staring at the guardrail as it flew by outside the window. I don't know, the way the light hit it, something about it created this poem. View table of contents...

Submitted: Dec 20, 2007    Reads: 22    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Outside the Window

 

The pearl light of a roadside rail

Calls me.

Stretched like an elastic saxophone.

Singing elbow rhythms,

Dancing hips,

Strained ears cannot hear.

 

I know what you are looking for.

It is everywhere.

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