Another Friday at the Station

[Mark A Becker]

Another Friday at the Station

Heading for a place
you barely remember
how to get there.

Under low clouds
you watch Spring rain
pass over,

hungry for the sun
to come; tired of waiting
at this crossing.

Your sole consolation-
knowing good news
will arrive in time.

Another Friday at the Station

Sometimes you head for a place
without remembering exactly
how to get there.

Spring has slid behind light
rain, and low clouds. You wait
for them to pass over,

hungry for the sun to come
into the station. At the crossing
again, so much on your mind.

Tired, praying for that sun.
Your sole consolation- knowing
it will arrive in time.



NOTE: omission of a comma in S.1 of the revision is intentional.

[rowens]

If you read your poem

then you read this:

Sometimes you head for a place
you don't remember
how to get.

Spring, slid behind light
rain and low clouds. You wait
for them to pass,

and so on.



The differences are small in meaning, but huge in tone and emphasis and atmosphere and sense of character and mood.

That's merely a quick and general response.

[Mark A Becker]

Sometimes you head for a place
you don't remember
how to get.

Spring, slid behind light
rain and low clouds. You wait
for them to pass,


The differences are small in meaning, but huge in tone and emphasis and atmosphere and sense of character and mood.

That's merely a quick and general response.

Thanks rowens, that is a very good quick and general response- removing the word debris. I appreciate it.