the way I see it
this train will never arrive --
we'll all end up
frozen solid to the platform.
so in preparation
I strike
a series of fetching poses
each worthy of immortality.
the others ignore me.
they don't know it
but they are also modeling
and doing it quite well.

as the poet amongst us
I am pondering
the monument's inscription:
we meant well.
we waited.
we never wept.
you never came.

Paul David Mena
10 December, 1996
Cambridge, MA

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