Claire's Poetry Corner | Sep 17
- Claire Thompson
- Sep 17, 2021
- 1 min read
From the Snowmelt of '66 by Tomas Tranströmer Rushing rushing water's rumbling old hypnosis. The river's flooding the car-graveyard, glittering behind the masks. I grab hold of the bridge railing. The bridge: a large iron bird sailing past death.
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