Vaticinator:
On the local train
the seer in the corner rhapsodizes
to all, but really to himself, he knows
what is good and true, but he’s lost sight.
He sleeps fitfully splayed across the bench
a waking dream, recurring nightmare,
the lullaby of Next stop
36th Street
and Steinway
and Northern Boulevard.
I’m going home,
I’m going home.
Melanie Daly