Somewhere in the 1970s

“Leaving T.O. Train shivering between the rails. Wheels and rails grinding their teeth. IMPSTONE. A book of poems keeps tapping on my eyelids. Like rain on a tin roof. A commercial from Eden in Morse Code. Clattering of train. Percolates. Miles through my spine. The photo of Susan Musgrave on the cover of IMPSTONE is not. Flattering. I know this is madness. Crossing a continent to meet a woman I don't know. Hoping she'll introduce me. To the poet. Inside her.”
Across a continent. Writing poems on the back of napkins. Trees everywhere. The fetuses of books. Prairies as flat as a book spread out on your chest. Clap Clap Clap the sound of the train over the rail ties. A million alliterations.