zero waste

a railway trackside
is planted with cabbage
at dusk it kind of looks like
heads growing on veggie patches

i imagine it’s the business strategy
of the railroad administration
they cultivate new passengers
from the severed parts of train victims

i pull down the shade, turn on the light
a conductor knocks at the door
she asks if i want a cup of tea
yes, please, without sugar

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2020

TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Altitude by Lola Ridge

I wonder
how it would be here with you,
where the wind
that has shaken off its dust in low valleys
touches one cleanly,
as with a new-washed hand,
and pain
is as the remote hunger of droning things,
and anger
but a little silence
sinking into the great silence.

 

by LOLA RIDGE (1873-1941)
Public Domain Poetry