Saturday, June 18, 2005


Another poem from F.L. The wind in the North End of Steeltown was indeed blowing from the east yeasterday, and the "Train tracks for the sun" could refer to the rail line running just south of the neighbourhood which, when veiwed at a certain hour of the day from one of the many railway bridges, does give the appearance of the tracks disappearing into the sun. Then again, the wind could be blowing from the east anywhere, and train tracks are fairly ubiquitous, so the location really could be anywhere. The last line, "Never so real as today" is highly mysterious. What is going on with the Flatlander? And furthermore, why should we even care?

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