Poetry of Kansas

Field Trip: Street Car Photo

Our town had useful miracles,
 a river and the salt mines.
Trade busied the doors along
Main, and tracks carried our
forebears up and down the Street.
We can still feel that day,
its rumble, in the frozen glow
of our museum photos where
stout men with stiff straw hats
wave for all their worth.
They hold to the car's handles
and lean out like banners for
the victory of forward motion.
We congregate to reexamine
these relics of their happiness.
"That was our town," we say.
We believe it all over again.
__Steven Hind
© 1997
In a Place With No Map
New and Selected Poems
Steven Hind
(Topeka: Woodley Press. 1997)
page 65
Used by permission
October 5, 2001 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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