1/24/2021

Rift 1

the gap between what I wrote
and what I said

the crack between arguments
and reconciliation

the chasm between yesterday
and tomorrow’s possibilities

the fracture between what I said
and what you heard

the split between wanting
and doing

[RK, 1/24/2021]


Rift 2

A stereotypical suspension bridge swings in the wind.
Missing planks, frayed cables, and disclaimers—
We Are Not Responsible & etc. & etc.

Below, plastic skeletons sway in the river.
The shell of a mobile library bus hosts
rodents and spiders who cannot read.

Above, the sky shifts. Iridescent black,
ghost gray, chalk, and ash.
Condors show the way.

[RK, 1/24/21]

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