Crash
by Steven Gowin
My god. It never ends
First the wreck of things
Beads of glass in a purse
Appearing at random
Later, maybe already
The wreck of moments, flashes
A déjà vu of violent ruin
Broken film spliced poorly
Choice is victim but survivor
And continuance demands order
Everything in its place
Such an odd and horrible gift
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For Nancy S.
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*, Steven. Man, you wrote this good stuff so quickly. Terrific, timely detail, too. Well done.
Pattern recognition.
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In this finely chiseled poem, the first and last lines are memorable lines of power.
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"beads of glass in a purse"...I shiver...it hit me.
Gasp! *
Strong imagery.
"A déjà vu of violent ruin
Broken film spliced poorly"
Good piece.
Chilling, timely, and well-crafted.
I love the deja vu line.