Today’s poem was written by Leslie Gottesman, who went on to become a professor of English at Golden Gate University.
Racing to the Coast
by Leslie Gottesman
The face fragments stumble past the sleep station
The children are stamping to get to the home station
We place the morning station
carefully in the locked Japanese hotel “collection”
machine station, it emerges in an instant
coffee station. The trance begs the window station
for a commercial. The baseball players are
involved in a revolution at the shaving station
You get up to leave the room station, I
believe, but disappear into the waiting station station
I am alone in the green station, it is the lamp
station to be broken. At the same time, the stations
whiz past the windows. There are some
stations to which we arrive, the arm station, the leg
station. I am making a station collection station
upon this small brown hill, behind the station, waiting
for your blue postcard from the foreign places station
from Vol. 46 (1965)