Dawns Joyful Arc
Dawn’s Joyful Arc
The old bridge is gone
as is the rapid chatter
destiny’s wheels,
steel on steel progress
streaming a black ribbon
of hope’s hubris.
The river rose up –
a revolt against
the cold black film –
perhaps. More likely
in self defense
as empty words
now filled the silence.
A swan sits upon
a mounded nest
eyeing the muskrat.
In the mist
dawns joyful arc
bridges the river.
©10/23/2018
for – Rainbows Poetry Contest
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