Now I'd like to read one which is really--
well, it's different for me.
It's called "Thousand Bridge."
"She climbs in repose.
She rises, leaning upward into--
like the skeleton of a mastodon, like a thing
you would come across.
He enters the cavern, the body of a thousand bodies.
She waits.
He rests, the jaws open to receive the sky.
She touches rocks in the forest, old bones, tree stumps,
gravelike.
He bows.
The waist.
Rushes, a stream so delicate she cannot move.
The slide, the slice, the thousand marks a man--
what she is thinking, who knows?
What he is thinking, fabric, flesh.
The names arch and repose, body made of bodies.
This animal lives in a landscape of bodies.
Releases the body.
Sun from stone-water-like old hill.
He moves from inside the sleeping, the redwood glacier.
Come down.
This animal crawls inside her own shadow."