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| Photo by J. Trent |
The Bridge
by John Trent
From this vantage
My sight is clear
Direction determined
From a very long year
Upon this bridge
The world is small
The city glows
My mind recalls
From this vantage
They will be missed
Such beautiful eyes
Then a goodbye kiss
Upon this bridge
Confusion reigns
Hopeless wonder
And lingering pain
From this vantage
They sit at home
Laughing at life
Thoughts start to roam
Upon this bridge
Guilt’s the rule
Anxiety breaches
My life is so cruel
From this vantage
I see tiny feet
Running in wonder
Down memory’s beach
Upon this bridge
On edge I sit
Direction reversed
But then I slip
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