Joseph Radke
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La Belle Époque
The train has stopped A train? at the border
How quaint. between disease Suggests
the 19th century, and love. Europe
perhaps. You are sitting, as one might
say, Who might say? backwards,
facing what you’ve already been
through. But that’s The whole trip,
how time works. you’ve been watching
the steam trail. Steam! No matter
Oh yes, very quaint. your speed, it has kept
No Amtrak this. pace.
You are wearing a simple red dress—
nine Très élégant. small rhinestones trace
the bateau neckline, your This is a train with
cars: cigarette at the dining car, Pullman
sleeper, etc. end of a pearl holder.
Out the window, the steam
flattens according to wind How
analytical, speed how rational,
and pressure. The sky is clear, revealing
the usual: the mind can be sun, a few
birds, gray wisps at the at times.
above a stray Alp at the horizon.
And your fellow passengers? Fallen
It’s a bit angels, failed saints,
strong-willed but hazy here.
with heavy demons. The porter
is an orderly: matching coat I want
to say something and lyrical: hat.
“the spirit knows no
boundaries, only frontiers.”
He is checking I want to say
something credentials. political: You
hold no papers “nations are
exponents of fear.” save currency.
Mercy. My French fails. Mercy.
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Joseph Radke works as a freelance writer and editor in Wisconsin’s Fox River Valley. He earned his doctorate in English from UW-Milwaukee. His poems have appeared in several journals, including The Journal, Copper Nickel, Boulevard, Poetry East, and Natural Bridge.