Jigsaw: Second Narrows Bridge At Rush Hour

Seamless afternoon to evening across the bridge beyond

across the other bridge curving dark landfall lights
upon the sea, our mother swims backward, Earle Birney
smokes a pipe upon the lookout & pens a line in boots

atomic city below, Aldebaran above

in your eyes Pacific skies take me to paradise please
I want to live
in a little grass shackin Ha-aha-Hawaii
where the hula hula hula goes hucka hucka hucka by
and the hula hula huckity-huckin'
hacka hacka hacka, by

our missing person of the blue mountains
and Liberian freighters, potash proceedings

& queen mattresses at unbelievable prices on the radio
opinions & traffic hell of twilight
continuously heading home
in a dome of judgement and advice, oh caller
with a problem, Dr. Laura says you're slime
and that you are a bum but I say you're some hard part
of the puzzle rigged up by the moon and
feathery evergreen branches

complicated wings full of blue shadows

a foot at least of shimmering ocean each small
notched piece a dark blue mystery.

But who would have the patience?

by Sharon Thesen

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