TOO MANY BRIDGES

 

 

 

 

 

Delinquent fingers march fence tops

and window fronts.

 

Crawling clouds fade my steps from

gray and light.

 

Knots of words race to the surface

filling a quiet space.

 

Days are pages folded over,

holding secrets, revealing lies.

 

The forever looks far and flat

with so many steps and too many bridges.

 

The fullness of a moon pasted above

sets my path into straight.

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