Bridge
Stretching, snaking, sliding into the fog
A bridge makes its way across the divide
Stepping, striding, stamping like a clockwork cog
The man, cloaked in shadows tries hard to hide.
Solitary, standing, soliloquy to the journey started
Hands thrust in pockets head bent towards the wind
Staring, silence, structured defiantly sat
The river starts its life, magnanimously parted
Sarcastically, sassy, singular, the bridge road runs flat
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