Ghost Monorail: Poems on the abandoned or disrupted

Ghost Monorail
(Poems on the abandoned or disrupted)

Luisa A. Igloria

12 February 2014

1

From my office
window, angle
of tree limbs in winter
offset by these un-
finished platforms.

 

2

Like that station
in Pound’s metro:

almost I see
the running stroke:

brush, clumps of color
that could be faces.

 

3

On summer evenings
if you closed your eyes,
sometimes it’s possible
to imagine standing
by the pillars of much
older ruins.

 

4

A grid defines
periphery, limits
of what we wanted
to deliver or
enclose.

I kind of like
the unfinished—
how it lapses
into space
at the end.

 

5

This is
the real
lesson:
levitation
is the dream
of every
earth-
bound
thing.

 

6

Other than that,
we go about
our business:
no need to oil
our wheels
from too
much
habit.