Footbridges of the Mind

Mahogany man. With flint eyebrows...gasoline hands Sashayed across the ancient bridge. Destined for the shadowed side. He quickly turned around and winked. The explosion devoured timeless planks. They searched the river, never found his bones. A forever woman lay flowers on the bank. Then slid into the murky alone Like all unforgiven things. The bridge is quite haunted now... Wedding bells faintly ringing. The scent of dying flowers. A charred man... flint eyed...gasoline hands. Once turned around and winked... 7/25/16