Bridge


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Overarching clouds on red bluff; a bridge is made. I am here with answers, answer man says, shakes his head. We have no questions today, only red wind, blue song.

Bridge overarching high clouds pulls parallel chords, voice and structure, webbing falls

across red bluff. The answer man says, I am here, here. Quavering in high wind, wind keening and rocking this bridge we stand, open mouths, open throats. This singing is carried 

away, answer man says. His voice is thin as spider’s silk, thin as air on high chord, where bridge meets bluff

red clay meets cloud, red sun falls blue heavy bluff, dust to dust to dust.

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2 Responses to “Bridge”


  1. 2 Teresa June 7, 2013 at 10:52 am

    Paul, you are welcome to reblog this piece. This piece was written in 15 minutes and was posted as written. We used phrases,culled from books in my home as prompts. I will edit a little bit today.


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