On the bridge

Friday, Mar. 28, 2003 ~ 8:16 PM

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Take a trip on a rocketship,
Hunny,
where the sea is the sky.
I know the guy who runs the place
and he’s out of sight!

Sometimes I don’t even miss the stars. Every time I cross a bridge I look down at the sparkling. Stars are born with the flicker of a light, and the cosmos are crossed by mere commuters.

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Maybe it’s because I can taste the thaw. Maybe it’s the hemlines that rise like the temperature. Or maybe it’s just a warmer temperament.

And every time I cross a bridge I fall in love.

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