I'll throw in this one little poem just for comic relief
or something.
It's a little interlude.
It's called "Under the Bridge."
And it's kind of a nervous poem, especially
if you have had much experience with canoes,
which have a tendency to turn over at the most
inopportune moments.
It's called "Under the Bridge," very short.
"Twp cripples prepare to make love in a nervous canoe."
[LAUGHTER]
"Their crutches nestle like legs against one another.
Several of the most important events of the century
go by unnoticed."
[LAUGHTER]
"The river is getting ready has been
getting ready for a long time.
We offer prayers to the God of delicate processes.
And cast our jeweled graffiti on the water."