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The Bridge of DiscontinuityIconographic blue, blurredNexus of sky and sea Analogous to the causeway Old bridge abruptly missing in mid-arch Crossing this sheer space How fate is like the mind One thing leads to another Overheard snatches of conversation Interrupted narrative How the past changes by the insertion of the present Like the arrival of a pelican Thinking you have fish at the end of the pier Even the great reptile by the dark ditch Has a cache of eggs that will or will not hatch Who can say--what I wanted has come to pass You always tell me I worry too much We could have walked for miles on the sandbar Ankle deep in turquoise water This is the line where God's name should appear Instead a large umbrella, drunkenly tipped by the breeze Starts to blow seaward in the prevailing Wind that lifts beyond the jetty's rail Red umbrella, dark pink sail... |
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Issue #26, April, 2002 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.