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A Bridge

Entitled, as if the leaves didn’t know
they would fall to dirt.

She touched her hand to her face, leaving a bruise concurrent
with the sway of her fingers.

We watched the cars pass under a bridge only we could walk upon.
To all others it was air and smell and sound

and no more. Did you hear the train coming? Did you feel
the wind as it passed?



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