Summer 2000 • Vol. XXII No. 3/4 Poetry |

Pittsburghesque, CA. 1949

Photograph by Selden I. Davis A train from out of a dream, plumed and monumental, The engines' soundless pulsing like a pressure In your bones. Metal in a soot of shadow. Light siphoning upward into a dim flat haze, As though the city were zones of atmosphere, Stone avenues receding in sheets of rain— The mists from which the train comes looming, And the dark vault of Union Station that arcs into The foreground. It's all very postwar and noirish, This mineral gray RKO sfumato, men in snapbrims, The parked cars gleaming and sleek. 1949. My father remarried, that long black train coming on.

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