A Bridge Too Far

A Bridge Too Far

In In

the her

span hand

between she held

the towers the essence

of the bridge, of an unfulfilled

high over the water, life, let it drop…and

the hollow-eyed woman watched it fall away as she

stood looking down at the teeny gazed down and back (O God, am i

vessels plying the beautiful crowd—where?—x—here?) over her span of loved-empty years.

Don’t! Jump!