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bridge
by Ingrid Swanberg

 

with its burden of white blossoms

the black water turns

where you are written

forever in the silt,

 

it toils in its long drift

to nothing,

wearing your silence

across the dead hour

 

         you nowhere survived

 

the round moon burns

full in your absence,

silver, molten,

its coin refused

 

         no crossing here

 

in a little while I'll go down

to the ditch at the end of summer,

to the street lit

against anguish,

 

only let me rest here now

upon everything I've forgotten,

the black water below

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Copyright © 2001 by Ingrid Swanberg

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