Paul Hostovsky

Romantic


I’m thinking of moving to Keats Street in Winthrop
because I love the idea more than the thing.
I don’t love Winthrop, which is too close to the airport,
and I don’t love moving, which is stressful and derailing.
I love Keats, though, and I could take the train
to work from Revere. I love the idea of writing a poem on the train
about my derailing move to Keats Street in Winthrop near Revere,
the U-Haul with its mouth open and the long metal tongue
of the ramp sticking out in the driveway, a table and chairs
on the sidewalk, boxes and boxes of books, a reading lamp,
the low-flying planes arriving and departing with a few
books spilling thunderously onto the lawn.