They have made an eclectic line
rainbow of confusing pastels
near the strangely scented platforms.
Randomly dressed in a lasting rush
hair blowing in a mechanical breeze
they wait for their transport to familiar lands.
Alien inhabitants of centennial homes
for what may have been an eternity
they depart at the dawn of but a few days.
Their goodbyes linger into midday
illegitimate chagrins will soon dissipate
overcast by the cries of joy for a new journey.
Some day they will try to recall those heartaches
the many trips taken on lonely roads
farewell to be sealed in a vault of oblivion.
For now, the passerby is a but a witness
to echoes of his own travels
his tears real, as at last he understands their meaning.
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, The San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.