Commute (Easter)
by Susannah Carlson
Sunday, September 28, 2003
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Commute (Easter)
Above the freeway -
A spiral of seagulls -
Updrafts teasing smoke-greyed wings.
It is dark here, and dull.
I have had my share of confusion.
It his hard here, there is never enough.
But lupine bloom purple
In the heat of exhaust,
And monkey flowers glow like hope.
A hawk sits on a streetlight
Above concrete,
Searching for burrowing things.
I, too, am hungry
For something whole.
Still, I will rise another day
For the seagulls,
The lupine,
The arc of a rainbow across the interchange.
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| Reviewed by Jim Dunlap |
3/26/2004 |
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Eddie is very intuitive. The image of the hawk on the streetlight does stand out. I searched in vain for anything in this relating to Easter, so I must assume it just happened to have been written on or near Easter.
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
3/14/2004 |
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| Truly this speaks to my soul. You have spoken well, Susannah. Love and peace to you. Regis |
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| Reviewed by Eddie Thompson |
2/15/2004 |
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| i love the image of the hawk on the streetlight....sometimes our search is fruitless...there is always another day....good poem..made me think. |
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| Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya |
10/18/2003 |
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| Excellent...BHUWAN |
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