John Beam Poet Haibun

The Footbridge

We sat, we played, we walked as if they were endless days                                                  Sitting on the high curb adjacent to railroad and wall                                                            Waiting alone, we threw rocks at anything, until something came                                            We talked, we fought, we sat in deep thought                                         pushing for funlearning in the small town’s streetnaïve in momentsWe drank, we sang, we kissed like there was no tomorrow                                                     running along the concrete soapbox, where there once were hand rails                                  Dancing, trying new things on fragile wings of adulthood                                                       we loved, we hated, caring less that were not ten feet tall                         reality wakeslife gives and takes what it wantsescaping truthwe hurt, we caused pain, we stayed to long                                                                            Lying on the sidewalk, across the way a long train blows                                                       We are standing in line as this life comes, halting dreams                                                      We can remember, we know from whence we came                                      going back to changegratefully we do not have to                                                behind us are tracks

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