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Poetry


Rudy Bridge

Leslie E. Hoffman

A hot breeze separates the stalks of summer
as I run between the rows of ripe, golden ears,
a trickle of blood running down my knee.
She didnít believe me.

Where stalks end, Rudyīs bridge stands,
spaces between planks wide enough to step into;
the pain of truth blinding, separating.
She didnít want to believe me.

Kneeling on a plank, I ignore a splinter
entering my cut, shallow, like the creek below,
barely deep enough for tadpoles. Behind me,
the breeze thrums silk on ears of stone.

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