Thursday, September 10, 2009

Vaughn Koumjian: Waiting Room

They are
of the divided day,
Their dreams, still fresh, plastered on walls,
Hardened, opulent, a rolling frieze
Of the turning pocket
In certified largesse,
Until the train stirs
And the visions seeded, scatter
Among creeping grass.

This poem appeared in Ararat, Summer 1966

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