AT DECEPTION PASS

A bridge.
Water's aluminum
moving
with the moon.
Smelt slicking
small into the blue.
The stray color
of boulders.
The sun a sliced
tangerine.
I cross
to merge now
and new.
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Published on January 18, 2011 15:26 Tags: poems
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