Has Anyone Seen The Bridge…?

I Have…

A man walks down a street talking to himself.
He stop’s, and with his head leaning he listens
to another man in a different city who has just
begun speaking.

They are having a conversation. Even here at
the edge of the acceptable, temperature is
important; raindrops matter; wind whips
passions.

They are discussing closure with suicide
mothers; suckle sessions with plastic though
nubile women – the proper vocal nuances to
spin fears into moaning mama mantras.

They are obsessed with the love they were not
given – everything forgotten, what’s over their
shoulder, how to carry big burdens. They’ve
stopped wondering why no one listens

Because:

God is again answering someone else’s prayers.
They can’t believe they are moving closer to a
window where they might, get a place, receive
a share, take a turn.

Breath could be pushed into the lungs of life’s
“ticket-takers” and the theater of these two
men’s lives could be animated – but what of our
need to cry at their funerals?

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2 responses to “Has Anyone Seen The Bridge…?

  1. i’ve seen it.

    it sways!

  2. Did you see me? I was on it a hurricane…
    Poetman

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