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Walking, Blues
Rain so dark I
can’t get through—
train going by
in a hurry. The voice
said walk or die, I
walked,—the train
and the voice all
blurry. I walked with
my bones and my heart
of chalk, not even
a splintered notion:
days of thought, nights
of worry,—lonesome
train in a hurry.
Source: Poetry (October 2010).
Biography
Jane Mead is the recipient of awards and fellowships from the Lannan, Whiting, and Guggenheim foundations and the author of three collections of poetry. She is on the faculty of the Drew University Low-Residency MFA program and farms in Northern California.
Poem Categorization
SUBJECT Living, Sorrow & Grieving, Activities, Travels & Journeys, Nature, Weather
POET’S REGION U.S., Western
Poetic Terms Free Verse
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