I stood at the bridge over summer
The Troubles hitchhiking behind me
It was time to diminish
I take my time crossing, don't we all?
Holding the rail
Enjoying every lick of the crick
This is my humidity and my humility
And my forgiveness perfected
The babble of a billion voices before
Alien yet familiar as a kid's whistle
The code of the universe tapped in oak
Beyond my last steps the footing is good
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