Tuesday, December 10, 2013


When the cold has cheated 
its way down into Texas,
and the wet orange leaves 
carpet Faust Street Bridge,
and we've all forgotten 
to wear our windbreakers:
The Guadalupe is spilling
over the shallow dam.

My sister speaks of life's
little things that add up
to the big things: the coffee
is the morning; the morning
is the job; the job is on the bridge,
and the bridge is historic:
each picture of gray steel
is a narrative waiting for
a couple of characters.

And my sister and I are quieted
by the digraph of the Guadalupe
flowing over the dam into itself,
and then a family of three
thumps upon the bridge,
all of us in a new history.

1 comment:

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