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Poetry by Robert Schoenberg 



© 2006 Robert Schoenberg





Working Towards

Walking to a bridge's far end cap on the riverside
where the doug fir deck, with a rock's energy leaned
        down, a crumble, broken,
fleeing away below into the reaping water.

Like Cleopatra's slippers, gold leaves spilled
        to the sea;
but fairly brutal they were drenched and drowned.

As the leaves cast out, the water grew still more
        seen as a plate of glass;
seen as a photograph, black and white it read,

sinking to the sand feeling pressure of persistence.











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