A SKETCH: AUSABLE
My friend said the work he’d done had become
A chasm. Cross then, I thought, seeing
A rough wooden bridge suspended over
A shadow that might be a headland’s reflection
Glimpsed, how many strokes
From the midst of the rapids.
A SKETCH: AUSABLE
My friend said the work he’d done had become
A chasm. Cross then, I thought, seeing
A rough wooden bridge suspended over
A shadow that might be a headland’s reflection
Glimpsed, how many strokes
From the midst of the rapids.