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TRANSIT IV J. D. Schraffenberger |
Say a man falls asleep on the bus But what about the way back home,
__ My wife and I drove from Cedar Falls, Iowa, to Wells, Maine, this summer for vacation, and I wrote this poem while waiting for an oil change at a Sears in New Hampshire. It was August 11, the day Barack Obama came to Portsmouth to hold a town hall meeting on health care; I imagine I was writing while he was speaking just down the road. I'd been listening to Bob Dylan's "Boots of Spanish Leather," so running through my head were the lines, "Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine / Made of silver or of golden, / Either from the mountains of Madrid / Or from the coast of Barcelona." I also generally dislike building sandcastles. "Transit IV" appears in the Miscellaneous section of my new manuscript Rules of Order, a radical poetic revision of Robert's Rules of Order. |