House of the Tomato

If a woman wants to be a poet, she must dwell in the house of the tomato. -- Erica Jong

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Today, a Tentative Bridge Across

Today, a Tentative Bridge Across

     two sides
of what's possible.

          On long walks in the woods
     he can see ahead
to the red flash of her shirt.

          Stacked trees
    like bookends protect
him from any panic.

          He chants words
     that describe the smells
of pine and cedar.

          Rhythm of his stride,
     her awkward smile,
he can't help but reach

          for a curling leaf.
     You know there's something
wrong with me
, he says.

          Yes, she answers,
     naming the birds,
the wildflowers,

          the other streaks of color,
     blue sky especially a blessing,
Waves of water undulate

          below their feet in a pulse.
     He is a shore. She is a shore.
Today, a tentative bridge across.

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