9/11/08_2003_Ink_Drawing9_Poem by Betina Hershey Russo
Recurring dream:
Terrifying bridges,
Gaping holes, impossible climbs
On the swaying rigging
Over cold, rough waves.
This bridge:
Has the climb, and yet...
How it floats gently
With lovely little loops and bubbles.
Yes, the gaps are there.
My feet could slip through,
But I believe this one
Will bring me safely home.
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