Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

The Bridge

The Bridge
She walked across
the bridge

beneath which
the cargo trains passed
like the movement of trees
in summer storms

above the river
that stretched
eternally
for miles.

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2 thoughts on “The Bridge

  1. Tom, you have created a reality here, but don’t let that compliment deter you from your journey.

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