34th STREET BRIDGE
The bridge and its towers together
rest - stone, brick and metal sunning.
The people talk, looking for their places
this side of a university town. We are
really nowhere, yet I am with you; holding
bags, gripping a luggage - with my free hand,
touching your hair. It is like that, and I can
think of nothing but the future now. The
sound of a train floats in the air,
as traffic whizzes below.
The bridge and its towers together
rest - stone, brick and metal sunning.
The people talk, looking for their places
this side of a university town. We are
really nowhere, yet I am with you; holding
bags, gripping a luggage - with my free hand,
touching your hair. It is like that, and I can
think of nothing but the future now. The
sound of a train floats in the air,
as traffic whizzes below.
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