ARCS, ANGLES, AND RHYTHMS
by Harding Stedler
copyright © 2001



Ludlow Press Poetry

Arcs, Angles, and Rhythms

Our words were sliced in two

by unannounced whistles

of fast-moving freights

streaking night rails on to Dallas.

Our poems lay fractured

in shadows of the days

when passengers came and went

at country stops like this.

Its quaint red brick in-tact,

the depot

lures painters and poets alike.

Arcs and angles in oil

transform waiting walls

to galleries.

And kiln-fired clay,

whose yellow bisects blue,

lines wooden shelves

and takes the place of baggage.

An All-Aboard! era

replaced by one adorned,

where the magic of artists

intermingles words with color.

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