Help me build this o so exquisite bridge

R L Swihart

1.
Anna, Ania, Anka. I know you’re the go-to girl, but may I
call you Sylvia
Don’t you agree: so much of life is given to domestic chores,
hygienic gestures, and playing their game
Life isn’t like a box of chocolates. Apples have worms.
Here’s what I suggest
2.
Sochi Park: take the Hogarthian path beyond the golden bough.
Volker Spengler is jump-roping above the cracks
Veer into the grass, Ms. Ferréol, and hold your hands up.
Shake your golden hair
You are an autumn symposium in January. You are an autumn 
symposium in January
3.
Over a series of three windless days, with mathematical gravity
the leaves fall to the ground, 3D to 2D, collapsing the z 
The gardener, a real schoolboy in his day, continues the lesson
by collapsing the y. Now the leaves are ordered along a line
Collapse the x and the game is over. Such a nifty carry-on
4.
O what fun! Let us do it again
5.
Anna, Ania, Anka. I know you’re the go-to girl, but may I
call you Celeste
OK. But only if the leaves are stars

About the Work

R L Swihart

R L Swihart is the author of The Last Man (Desperanto Press, 2012) He currently lives in Long Beach, CA, and teaches high school mathematics in Los Angeles. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Rhino, Right Hand Pointing, 1110decomP, Pebble Lake Review, and elsewhere.

 

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