my friend, jack, was invited to someone's house the other day. he was given something very special. he was given a poem. it was submitted to a website and was published. it was published with a number of other poems and has the distinct smell of a scam. he received a number of letters from the website talking about the book and how, while he is not obligated to buy, he should consider this wonderful offer that will surely bring glory to himself and his family. he also received a letter that said, 'i am excited to inform you that in addition to your selection for inclusion in a hardbound anthology, you have also been chosen to be one of 33 poets whose artistry will be recorded professionally as a special part of a new poetry collection, the sound of poetry.' scam, scam, scam. his poem is about a large suspension bridge. it's the bridge you have to cross over on your way to long xuyen.
our bridge
my thuan suspension bridge
high in the sky
flies over the rice field
how can she sleep at night?
is she tired?
bitterly she cries, cries, cries,
the electric light shines on her nice body
the sunlight,
the moonlight,
really no night!
she admires dragonflies day and night
and never tired.
dong van ho
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