lightning
geraldine connolly
Lightning
Fish bones rise
in the black trees.
For a moment, distance
does not exist.
The world cracks open
into the past.
I had imagined
her death
like this,
a white rage,
a bridge suspended
over narrows,
then the bridge
falling.
“lightning” appeared in province of fire, published by iris press. copyright © 1998 by geraldine connolly. reprinted with permission.
copyright © 1998, 2008 geraldine connolly
essence copyright © 2008 karin rosenthal
copyright © 2008 ensemble jourine
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