Sunday, July 7, 2019

The Bridge Over Summer

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

-Girard Tournesol
Quimby, Pickford and Cheshire Publishers
www.thewatershedjournal.org/

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