Author: Lawrence Bridges
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THE INFINITE ROPE TO FOREVER
The winding straightaway flees like a comet’s tail a wedge across basin to a distant range. Down here is my marble head of many basins seeing itself from the side blinking and breathing like the wind outside, rock that’s not yet stone, just stardust, perhaps water as a mist giving slight hope against evil of…
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BACKBONE TRAIL
The trail to the park from the valley is crisscrossed with years, like a backbone Maybe the time you hit all greens home from work or maybe the loves that simply stopped, crossing up ahead with mates in hand and exploding nets of new trail. Maybe it’s a bridge over the gorge…
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WHERE LOVERS CONVERGE
The sweetness of forgetting comes down to falling in love with you each day all over again Where lovers converge there is plenty of time Time doesn’t even come up until the children are safely themselves It’s always been hard to say why we’re here if time is a map other than love…
