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Poetry Friday - The Collected Works of Susan Ramsey
July 27, 2007
Why It Didn’t Work
It had seemed a reasonable idea,
to paint herself as this modest tributary
in late March, frozen, but flowing under the ice.
A crumbling bridge, some discreet graffiti
underneath, not easy to see but enough to forestall
criticisms of prettiness, to suggest disruption, tension.
But subtle, subtle. She had it all roughed in
by the end of the first day and went to bed happy.
It rained all night. By noon a flotilla
of moon colored floes was collapsing
over the millrace like clubbed swans,
dunked, roiled, bobbing up downriver trailing
long streamers of foam as they slammed
into the jagged mass jamming the bridge,
rammed constantly from behind,
nowhere ahead to go but over the falls.
(Rhino online)
Full Poetry Friday Round-Up compliments of Check It Out.
Posted by Elizabeth Bird on July 27, 2007 | Comments (0)
