The Bridge
Improve me
Make me into a bird bath
Splashing like friends do in the morning
So that I’m ready for most anything
Or have me become
Rotting wood
The kind that’s partly wise
And always damp
So that it hardly matters what happens tomorrow
If you can help me at all
Then help me to be the loosest
Doorknob alive
To turn without ever turning
The kind of nuisance
That’s like snow is
Around water
Over it all change me into
The fullest why not anyone can imagine
Take me
With no sense
To the ripest time to come.
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Hirem Larew* received Baltimore’s 1999
ARTSCAPE Poetry Prize which included publication of his chapbook Part Of. His
work has appeared in many journals including The Antietam Review, The Olympia
Review and The Washington Review. He has received the Louisiana Literature
Poetry Prize. Hirem took third place in our 4th Annual Poetry Contest 2000
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