Walking Poem

Bob, , , , 
A walk is a glad
Unfencing of the 
Present. The body
Finds it meditative.
Eventually, though, I stop for lunch. 
A peanut butter and jelly
Sandwich and an apple.
I sit on some neglected ledge
Not far from the railroad tracks.
The posture of electric towers
Is impressive as I straighten
By back.

In the fields that run along the
Railroad tracks, that’s where 
I often walk, I like the belated 
Graffiti and all kinds of flowers 
And insects, the corrugated metal
Fencing of the junkyard, 
On which is spray painted:

"A spaceship 
Like a hiccup 
Lost of home"

&

"A passing moment
Not intended as far as I know of anything
At all. The rest I leave to the weather"

At the end of the path I am walking on is a 
Clearing, where last year someone burned a car,
Leaving its charred remains.
From here I turn back and head home.

23 thoughts on “Walking Poem”

  2. Ahhhhh, beautiful work Bob. You put the WALK into walk, such an underrated pastime inspiring….well, all that you’ve relayed to us through poetry here. I like that the first line hits us with a BANG – unfencing the present….ain’t that some beautiful truth!

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      1. YES!!!!!! Those buds on branches exploding somehow into green leaves and the shots on the ground. The only problem I have with spring and summer is that it turns my girlfriend into an exercise freak….biking, walking, swimming and I know it’s good for me, but so hard to get started. My inclination is to sit on my ass, eat edibles, drink whisky and beer, write, watch baseball, and then do it all over again. But I’ll be on the bike soon and my swim trunks are ready. Enjoy what’s left of this weekend.

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