Broken bridges
can be mended
as long as we exist
but only if both ends
stubbornly persist.
Tag: bridge
Throwaways
passing on the bridge
the beams hold still
from the weight
of lovers’ locks
I peer down
into
the sea:
a graveyard of keys
False Friend
Friend,
You coax me onto high beams
Over a bridge that ends in mist
Can you not see
The shaking of my feet?
I climb and fall
Catch myself on elbows and toes
Now, I can no longer
Even move.
Friend,
Do not be the hand
That pushes me
Off the edge.
Aloft
A bridge on the left
It’s shadow on the river
Red tram on neither
Comet
Whenever I feel old
I look at the lights across the water
On that bridge older than I
I think of elms and oaks
And all the children they have sheltered
Playing underneath their scarred boughs
Compared to many things
I am like a comet
A streak of light
Momentarily glimpsed
And smiled upon by that
Eternal eye
RED GLADIOLA 