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Leland Seese  




          Red Line Train   



Nothing interrupts the thrum
not the plastic bucket drummer
down the platform


    I remember curling toes
    in grass in May together
    splinter moonface pantomime
    behind spruce branches


every ion in between us charged


    jasmine scented
    from the plant I thought I’d
    killed by accident with a pickaxe
    in the fall


Rush hour Chicagoans clip and flatnote
dare not stare
clots of undergraduates saying
We’re the city now


    current strong enough to pull the cars along
    strong enough to kill 
    by day by night by year thrumming 
    through our toes in grass in May















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