On 11/1/05, Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > Now you ride your
> > bike through the jungle, looking for you.
>
> I like this piece,SB. But I was jarred by this line,
> the "looking for you" assumption of it. (?)
>
I think you may be right -- I've struggled with this line -- maybe this:
The Day of the Dead
1 November 02005
This morning I woke to the smell of winter,
thinking of you searching for hope. Where
are you looking? In the bodies of women
who are strangers to you. In rice fields
and temples; in classrooms and markets;
in the dangerous sea. Now you ride your
bike through the jungle, into the night.
Though this valley is bare, the mountains
hide in a thin veil of snow. If I set a place
at my table for all of my dead, will they
come? I am waiting for hope. I know you
are there, but you are well out of sight.
--
~ SB =^..^=
http://www.sbpoet.com
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