Under the Bridge

We’d watch the sky
if not for the bridge we lay under –
lay under contentedly,
holding together our hands
and shouldering our heads.
Somewhere above the bridge,
I’m sure the world spins ever on,
but not here;
not now.
For now,
it’s just us and the sky,
not that we can see it through the bridge –
not that we’d care to try.


One Response to “Under the Bridge”

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