my father could afford to pay the fare
my father could afford to pay the fare
the horizon ahead was a curtain closed
behind the curtain in the next day lay
wittenberg and that winter two winters before
the carriage that brought me from
summer and a place where
there was nothing for me to do there was
a draft that entered those long days
in from around the windows
in from around the doors
in from where the walls joined walls joined
the top joined the floor that draft entered
in through the spaces between the threads of my blouse
between the threads of my trousers
that entire life through i shivered
i wanted a blanket a hooded robe
i asked that the carriage be stopped
stopped at a roadside inn or at a tavern
that wind that draft that entered
in it would have diminished
i could have warmed stepped out eaten
but the driver whipped
the sweat on those horses even more
and the turn of those carriage wheels never stopped
‘til the carriage skidded no sledded into wittenberg
wittenberg grounded in snow
the clothes i wore
that i’d outgrown in the summer left behind i i shrank
i had to employ a hand to hold
my trousers up from down in the snow around my ankles
i was so hungry
and wittenberg was just another carriage
worse than the first
but there was philosophy to distract
from the misery and there were books to read
and my father could afford to pay the fare
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