Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Stopping a Train Wreck, in Progress
Some days, some of them
are like stopping a train wreck,
already in progress, the sequence of events
long since set in motion
inexorably leading to the crash
the carnage, the debris field
the disruption of the lives
the lives of all involved
The task is to find a way, even at the last moment
even as the brakes are screeching, screaming
the sparks flying and the faces turned to see
to find a way to jump the tracks,
to move the switch, to steer the speeding train
away from the brink of disaster
and find another track
November 27, 2007 8:36am
are like stopping a train wreck,
already in progress, the sequence of events
long since set in motion
inexorably leading to the crash
the carnage, the debris field
the disruption of the lives
the lives of all involved
The task is to find a way, even at the last moment
even as the brakes are screeching, screaming
the sparks flying and the faces turned to see
to find a way to jump the tracks,
to move the switch, to steer the speeding train
away from the brink of disaster
and find another track
November 27, 2007 8:36am
Labels: Concord NH, Law, New Hampshire, November, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, senses, Special Education
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