Riddle Song
- Riddle Song
(Who)’s walking toward you across the staked lands. The width of the country’s called for, the bottles marshaled, walkers reach for their blindfolds, the bottles removed for sleek high-stepping feet and laughter. (Who) in the meantime crosses where there are mountains, cars and people, where people gather at the TV campfire turning their hands. Kudzu, ailanthus, sagebrush and smoky darkness. Usual reasons shake (who) into their past like taillights rocketing into line. Who’s crossing a width that inclines toward hedges and metal verges. At the water’s edge, every word turns into a fish. Between you. (Who)’ll cross on their backs. [End Page 86]
Kate Schapira is the author of three chapbooks, Phoenix Memory (horse less press), Case Fbdy. (Rope-A-Dope Press), and The Saint’s Notebook (CAB/NET Chapbook Series). She is proud of recent acceptances to/appear- ances in Aufgabe, Practice, Ecopoetics, Word for/Word, and Denver Quarterly. She lives, writes, teaches, and coordinates the Publicly Complex Reading Series in Providence, Rhode Island.
