Wrecks That Are HumanA Poem by Phibby Venable
Wrecks That Are Human
I mean to pick the sweet mint that grows wild on the hill beside the railroad tracks, but I hear voices and squat, narrowed into myself, and listening to the people under the trestle. I can see them too, a man says, Happy Jack, where the hell is that wood, and Happy Jack is laughing, which seems appropriate, and he waves some small sticks, and a woman says, hurry, it is cold, and it is cold, merely brisk to me though, in my warm jacket. Lola, a tall man says, get those sticks from him, and she does so, and hands them to the man who is busy blowing leaves, at least six foot three, but folded now into his legs that rise as high as a grass hopper, and he adds the sticks, and they light with the leaves, and with a tissue the woman pulls from her jeans, and Happy Jack is still laughing, as the woman smiles and says, you have it now, I think it is going, and it is going pretty well, and no one is drinking wine, the way everyone said the winos all did down by the tracks. It appears they are simply cold and maybe hungry, I can't see any food from here, just a plastic jug of water, and an old blanket, but the man seems to value his accomplishment, rising tall and laying his hands on Lola. It appears he is a hero, and Happy Jack drops down beside the fire, his legs splayed out in front of him, like a child ready for a video game, as Lola slips from beneath the arm of the man to lie on the blanket. She points out the 3:10 train coming down the tracks, until it is passing in high wind beside them, their hair blowing straight back, everyone staring at the train that never wrecks, always moving on toward unknown destinations. © 2010 Phibby VenableFeatured Review
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Added on January 30, 2010Last Updated on January 30, 2010 AuthorPhibby Venableabingdon, VAAbouthttp://youtu.be/25XE-BHGvWI http://youtu.be/B2klgDKMUq0 I live in the mountains of Southwest Virginia. Although my passion is poetry, I recently published a novel called, Women of the Round Tabl.. more..Writing
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