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 shack in 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?
Copyright © 2000 by Sharon Thesen. From A Pair of Scissors by Sharon Thesen; reprinted by permission of House of Anansi Press. All rights reserved.