3495. LOVERS ON THE BRIDGE, EMBRACING

LOVERS ON THE 

BRIDGE, EMBRACING

And so, lovers on the bridge, embrace 

for all things and for all time. And I am

so lonely. And I am wistful for you.

That slow, old curvature of brick and

iron  -  the gentle mathematics making

up his bridge, this arc; I fall for all these

things as I fall for Love itself, and you.

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This is, after all, but the path of a footbridge.

We, the people, pass as harmlessly by through

time as the pages of a calendar that have now

fallen to the floor. Yet, no, for I remember both

you and your voice. It has become, instead, the

harm of your absence which hurts me now.

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Down below, a few gents row their rented

watercraft  -  hobbled green rowboats,

painted with a star on the side, reading:

'Star Rentals at Riverkeep Basin'. Now

girlfriends riding shotgun seem ready to

dive; and I am sad and sorry and lonely,

all over you again, all over you again.

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And so, lovers on the bridge embrace,

for all things, over and over again,

clutching at each other's hearts for glue

and glory. And I am once again alone.