Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

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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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Origins

Origins
The hides
piled high
in the rickety
old carts
that moved along
the dusty trails.

All across
the plains
that stretched
so vast
the bodies lay
to rot.

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