|Michael Brosnan||The 2River View, 8.4 (Summer 2004)|
The Thirteenth Line
It's marvelous the way it takes shape,
Us, scribbling our merry way along,
We poke around for a foothold,
one uttered dream strung to another,
And at the end of it all is the simplest of marks.
A little sphere spinning like the last planet
beyond which we are ready to go.
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