Bridgeheads Poem by Ron Kaye
Bridgeheads
All are painfully inept,
In matters looped
All things belie,
Swing outward, inward,
Curled or stooped,
Lost as a kitten's cry.
Lonely islands half marooned,
Each parting link
Lives on mislaid,
Each private marl lies
At the brink,
With overpass unmade.
Amputated hearts that call
To ferrymen
Who never pause,
Sees me upon my
Private fen,
You, alone on yours.
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