Riding to the West Coast
Your
train tracks will not be
thought
of by people crossing
the
country.
I
will not think about
the
small journey you take
every
day, slat by slat.
Nor
will I dream of you
pulling
up each board,
unbolting
the metal and building back
to
cowboys in the living room,
to
how we once were.
Blue Crab
My
mother told me
I’d
get into trouble
for
not being able to
say
no.
It
was as if she
was
telling a sad story
with
no setting, no plot,
no
characters. Just that
feeling
of a yank—
like
watching a crab be
pulled
from the ocean floor.
CP
Caroline
Shepard is a teacher and poet in New York City. Her work has appeared in
Construction Magazine, Freerange Nonfiction,
The Cobalt Review, Eunoia Review and Promethean.
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