Saturday, March 12, 2016

"Kooser called from Nebraska to say he'd found..." by Jim Harrison



Kooser called from Nebraska to say he’d found
a large cinder on a long walk along abandoned
country railroad tracks, a remnant of steam
trains, the cinder similar to those our fathers
shoveled from coal furnaces in the early winter mornings
before stoking the fire. In your dark bedroom
you’d hear the scrape of the shovel and the thump
when cinders were dropped in metal washtubs.
Now the trains are all diesel and in Livingston at night
I hear them pass, Burlington & Northern, the horn
an immense bassoon warning the drunks at crossings.
Some complain but I love this night music,
imagining that some of the railroad cars are from
my youth when I stood in a pasture and thrilled
to my favorite, "Route of the Phoebe Snow."
To be excited by a cinder is to be excited about life.


"Kooser called from Nebraska to say he'd found..." by Jim Harrison from Livingston Suite. © Limberlost Press, 2005.

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