Bridge

So dream on sunless summer, dream on The world will not stop you The uncold winter and the autumn Without colour Spring coiled in unfulfilled hope Our seasons stagger Not recognising themselves From one year to the next Over the bridge to the other side of the Thames, a woman walks slowly, Head down, the corpse of the evening Heavy upon her, the first hints of morning Red, visceral, as she walks unsteadily Towards them, no longer knowing who or Why she is, only her steps tell the time, The black river flows beneath, and Catches her body with ease.