Albert Kapikian: Every madness has its miles
Mine was the walking on the rails,
the head down walking on the rails
in the rain was mine.
If I was sad, I wasn’t broken,
in the rain was mine.
If I was sad, I wasn’t broken,
when I went walking on the railroad tracks
where I went looking for the spokens,
the ancient spokens
inside the depots and the dead ends
inside the depots and the dead ends
where I found my family
and made my friends.
and made my friends.
Every madness is its miles.
Mine was the walking on the rails,
the head down walking on the rails
in the rain was mine.
This poem appeared in "The Sligo Journal", an online, campus- and community-based arts and letters journal which features the work of the Montgomery College-Takoma Park / Silver Spring campus and the Takoma Park / Silver Spring community in Maryland.
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