Sharon Thesen

Jigsaw: Second Narrows Bridge At Rush Hour - Poem by Sharon Thesen

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?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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