Maybe
all one can do is hope to end up
with
the right regrets.
Arthur
Miller
I dreamt of a bus terminal
linoleum tenderized by soles,
air staled
by souls
Aswarm with vacant visage that
spoke
all language but mine - every
sign alien
every word unimagined
Here and there a poster of a
beach
or a mountain or the LA Airport Theme
Building here and there a diesel
burble
The scrambled chatter - atteindre
lograr erreichen
television amour amor liebe movie
studios
famille familia familie
One long queue passed the time
stock-still intent on the
departure gate
as if they had pre-determined goals
Preset direction
I waited among them and their intent
for somewhere to somewhere unknown
We rode for hours as black crabbed
into the windows
and then the stops began
one by one each one ripe as blue
pre-dawn
I chose a place amid the mercury
shadows of palms
and stayed there a lifetime
to meet natives in pleats and
ties- to find a purpose
with celluloid plow and
celluloid scythe
Never quite sure where I was
where I had come from
what else I might have missed or
why
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