To be plum
with the river, or a bluff
quarried but still projecting
as a barn for the gods,
is
to be at all
bliss on a high bridge
or barge passing beneath.
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Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Mmm. Plum…bluff…barn for the gods…bliss. I’m floating on the barge under the bridge waving at you. Lovely.
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And what are you transporting on that barge? ; )
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Good subject for my next poem, eh? I’ll try to have something by the end of the month.
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I like it. Maybe we should pick a topic to write a poem about each time we meet. It could be our own mini-poetry group. Or we could just drink coffee and chat about the usual. : )
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I love the idea–all of the above!
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