Grand Central Station It’s warm all of a suddenIt’s taking off a half-coat in a flashGazing ahead, eyes closed. Standing for a moment Very bright. High walls. Chick-yellowWhere to? The train you’re onIt’s a creaking stagecoachThe station pauses, breathing deep for a moment Poet’s Note:I visited Grand Central Station last November. I thought about the stagecoaches of the Western or Joseon eras. ⓒ..
