Love the sounds of "specimen jars of bits and parts
> and the human heart no juggernaut" (doesn't juggernaut mean
>"monster?" I think it does, so - if it does - it plays itself in deeper
>ways as well!)
The title too, has me wondering... as has the whole notion of what's on each
side of the road! Really interesting thoughts you're sidling me towards. I
like how you've got me to see things, and think things, too.
Canny Christina, canny,
Bob
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: Crossing
>Date: Wed, 1 May 2002 12:27:44 EDT
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> Crossing
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> This is how it seems: we're on the edge
> in the gutter. The green man is safe
> but always switches to the red man.
>
> You could waltz me across - you lead,
> I'll follow. That's the order of things.
> And if it isn't, it's what we know.
>
> But what do we know? The world may be
> specimen jars of bits and parts
> and the human heart no juggernaut
>
> but a slow, old banger with bull bars
> crawling closer, howling hymns -
> sinners and soldiers full blast
>
> wheeling nearer, switching to the sermon
> a brain's band width away.
> Green/red we freeze. Red/green we run.
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> christina fletcher
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