TRANSIT Poem by Maura Dooley

TRANSIT



for John Berryman
Untidy life of faith and fear and the unfaith
stretch your sexy span across the city
an unforgiving breath from birth to bitter
for he'll remember every slight and kindness
and know that we will likely someday mutter


− I never heard why
Or just how, it was something to do with a bridge −


under which flows it all ever endlessly
water traffic the dreams the deep the certainty that
untidy love has him as its sweet kernel
faithless fearless frightened closing the circle
singing Tomorrow we'll do our best, our best
Tomorrow we'll do our best.

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