Poet on the Bridge

May 2010

Know you must

against even

a just act will wait

with eyes attracted to the soil of

the ground or the concrete of the

ground or the road, the highway,

the wilderness of roads and

highways, consider

me also, who in the boundaries

of a definite end, bellows, with

tension of phlegm, beneath need,

crushes limbs, a sojourn, a

sojourn.

Robert Samuel Snyderman

(Brooklyn Bridge)

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