Stage-lit streets Downtown Frisco whizzing past, buildings ranked by Freeway balconies Bright Johnnie Walker neon sign Christmastrees And Christmas and its eves in the midst of the same deep wood as every sad Christmas before, surrounded by forests of stars- Metal columns, smoke pouring cloudward, yellow-lamp horizon warplants move, tiny planes lie in Avionic fields- Meanwhile Working Girls sort mail into the red slot Rivers of newsprint to soldiers' Vietnam Infantry Journal, Kanackee Social Register, Wichita Star And Postoffice Christmas the same brown place mailhandlers' black fingers dusty mailbags filled 1948 N.Y. Eighth Avenue was when Peter drove the mailtruck 1955 from Rincon Annex- Bright lights' windshield flash, adrenalin shiver in shoulders Around the curve crawling a long truck 3 bright green signals on forehead Jeweled Bayshore passing the Coast Range one architect's house light on hill crest ... ... ... ... ... ... negro voices rejoice over radio Moonlit sticks of tea Moss Landing Power Plant shooting its cannon smoke across the highway, Red taillight speeding the white line and a mile away Orion's muzzle raised up to the center of Heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEACON; A MUSICAL DRAMA by JOANNA BAILLIE IN A LIBRARY by EMILY DICKINSON HOME by LEONIDAS OF ALEXANDRIA THE BROOK; AN IDYL: THE BROOK'S SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SONG OF THE ELEMENTS by MARY ANN BROWNE FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 3 by JOHN BYROM |