Tell Tale
I had the telltale sign of locomotion,
donned the conductor’s hat—and I was outta there!
First, I needed to author the beginning,
cite the copyrighted material, determine the
‘causality’ and shift the weight.
One of many acts of concentration, I sat down,
drew up the sketch. It rained. Sure, you
could comment on the stars in the sky in this draft. You
noticed them. It was the mourning of our
passing. This was the title. This was the theme.
I hadn’t taken the medicines made for concentration.
The drugs were second only to not taking them.
This was primary, this was considered
—draftwise—as the opening act. Realized:
there were no players. No one was chosen
for the parts. There were no parts for actors, then.
It was simply the conveyance (train) and
cap (conductor’s) without the conductor for either.
Sure, it kept getting darker. Because it
wasn’t yet spring. What could we expect.