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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 8, Number 3, September 2014


Alexa Mergen
Sacramento, California, USA

Travel by Train

ruffled pink blossoms
clouds clouds
by the gray bay

The Capitol Corridor route links Sacramento to the commerce of other cities. This morning, there are many empty window seats. The sky doesn’t know it’s Monday or that I am going back to a place I left in a hurry. The train parallels highway 80 then diverges into the slough. Out there, a white bird with long legs wades in water’s changing depths. I drink plain hot coffee and watch the world pass. Like every moment in time, every place in space has an insect that rests on it for the red-winged blackbird to find.

Later, lost in north Berkeley, I enter Poetry Park, with its leaning-open gate and iron fence where children post haiku typed on squares of colored paper. On a bench beneath wisteria, I take this journal from my knapsack as well as a stainless steel bottle of water I've carried from home.

mockingbird song
flash of bars
on power lines



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