Saturday, May 23, 2009


Why not this blog more?
Why not the last three slices?
Why not muncie? why lafayette?
why so excited to see some, and not others?
why not another drink?
why bars? why not!

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here is a poem about bridges. it's called "the trouble with bridges":

there are bridges everywhere

gaps have to be breached

rivers must be crossed

point a to b

san francisco to brooklyn

we're going places, america!

and bridges are, well,

the bridges to the future

the metaphor is solid

the metaphor is sturdy, like oak.

but there are bridges that sway

in the wind. iron ropes stretched

from trees. the river flows beneath.

why jump the creek

when a plywood slab

rests its ends on both sides?

strut across, live the dream!

bridge the gap, or gap the bridge!

when you get to wherever it is you're going

the future has happened,

and you are in it.

turn around. see where you've been.

there it is! there it was!

and now it's done. the creek

has already forgotten.