The Bridge
Birth is the last exit.
Return: It means answer
it means summary it
means account. Down
the elastic outlet to a
life too elastic to control.
Soon a wisp entering
white tunnel glowing.
In Madison Square
greens on a wavelength
with browns arranged
by orders of sobering
joy – the squirrel’s
disregard for mortality
as she darts seeking and
sequestering so tomorrow
is not empty so today
is well-spent in late
autumn’s sentient light.
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Sarah Sarai, pub. in Terrain.org
and included in The Future Is Happy
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