Today's poem is by Tom Postell

Gertrude Stein Rides the Torn Down El
        —to New York City

Then colors rose through the leaves in light
        surprise.
The last peacock poised and sighed on the leaves
        and rose.
Wonderful day careens while blighted riffraff
        children skate and
Laughingly dig the hole for the mid-western
        bonfire.
Wrap honey in velvet air and hide it in Qctober's
        searching breath.
The bonfire dwindles as the circus leaves and
        the animals roar.
It's only in the sun that madness splatters into
        joy...
Cover down the moon for the night before you
        lift the skirts of a cloud.
Love knocks on the inside of my skull and kicks
        in my stomach.
A doe licks the gum from a tree and runs into
        the woods.
She lets me govern her gaze when the parade
        blares its colors.
Gertrude Stein is long dead but under cover rides
        the torn down El.

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