MIDDLE HOPE

Like a bridge, expanding, long,

holding tightly to the valley sides.

A formula of stone and sand.  Rigid with

support, flexible for passage.

To some, it is the middle of hope.

The way out or back.

A long finger of steel and cables pointing

to or away.

Either direction of passage is a handrail

of thoughts; dream faces of stars and

slivered pieces of moon.

The undertow of traffic and feet

pound out the desire to travel.

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