Another Rescue

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Another Rescue Author(s): Harold Bond Source: The Iowa Review, Vol. 2, No. 4 (Fall, 1971), p. 29 Published by: University of Iowa Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20157794 . Accessed: 14/06/2014 00:21 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . University of Iowa is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to The Iowa Review. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 188.72.126.41 on Sat, 14 Jun 2014 00:21:37 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions

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Another RescueAuthor(s): Harold BondSource: The Iowa Review, Vol. 2, No. 4 (Fall, 1971), p. 29Published by: University of IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20157794 .

Accessed: 14/06/2014 00:21

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ANOTHER RESCUE

Anytime now the waters

will open. Somewhere a bullfrog

has all but swallowed

the river. Preholiday fireworks are

croaking in the distance.

I carry a dime and an ID.

I descend the cascaded steps and walk under the old

stone bridge. A patrol car's

high beams flood the walkway. Should anyone ask, I will say I am thinking beautiful thoughts:

the calves of women or the hooves

of mountain goats. I have come here

to discover what troubles me, or to forget, I am unsure which.

It is a night for all seasons.

Something is dying here.

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