Lynn Strongin
	Clickety Clack i. Goes the railroad track Zebra switchback Taking one to hell & back slatboards hold the rack: Of luggage, longing, love. Peachtrees sway above. Clackety click, The doppler comes thru thick fog. The kingfisher             akin to woodpecker beak, serge tailored blue zipped in fog. Protection food supply, O By urging fledglings to occupy other territory. Rails carry iron, wood, oil, Coffins, electricity, tools for surgery. Surge & die away. ii. Rickety The 1st first wheelchair Leftover from the war: Crack-back to hold the bone-rack with wicker. Last seen, tossed into the sea. Forth back goes converse between you & me. Honored that I’d ask you, James, forgive me That it                                 appeared untimely. Toe-tapping pleasure demurred, deferred: There was cell, lockup, ward code. The corduroy road, white aisles but underground railway reflection. The prisoner in the mine with his pick to signal life Right now, the world’s greatest clock is stopped Big Ben rises stone & steel unscrolled. Breath, hold. Against nightsky, a tolled rosary: hands unmoving, hour stopped, the folk beneath staring up breathlessly                                 So glides pain from the honey of a visit: So revolves                                 Eternity.