On the Train from Orlando to Ft. Lauderdale, 3/14/08

Before the train was stuck for an hour
15 minutes from my stop,
before I napped
neck twisted against the window
skirted legs cold and cramped in the seat,
before I ate a Hebrew National in the dining car
that caused indigestion until dinner,
before I questioned
a small, side ways rotting yacht
barren in the brush beside
a half-burnt tuning fork tree,
somewhere between Orlando and Ft. Lauderdale,
I saw a daddy holding his baby girl, about 3,
on their apartment balcony facing the tracks:
they smiled and waved at the passing train,
and I waved back,
knowing the tint was too dark for me to be seen.

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One Response to “On the Train from Orlando to Ft. Lauderdale, 3/14/08”

  1. wontgetfooledagain Says:

    i dig your poem, those little moments with daddy’s and daughters and inexplicably perfect.

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