bridge
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
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