ZION

Gee, another Cleveland transit one right after another. An old one but one I like. At least I'm learning how less to use commas.





Hands-down,
the
most
beautiful
scene,
with soundtrack,
in Cleveland –
riding
the Red Line
over the Cuyahoga mouth,

graffiti
unfurls
down below,
buildings emblazoned
with words,
misspelled, meaningless,
non-existent non-sequiturs –

ZION
DIZER
GERL

not all of which I understand,
but they seem to belong,
along with
this river of suggestion,
the dirt and grime,
the hands of ghosts
worked to the bone,
the businesses,
restaurants and clubs,
trying to keep hold,
boats,
towing freight
out to the lake,

and me,
30 yards up, looking down,
humming, REM’s “S. Central Rain”,
to myself.