Bridges and Walls


Stumbling with barren foot and dogs, not in tow.

It becomes apparent the soil, the sod, wishes for us…not to go.

Over knolls that bare the scar of winter’s discontent.

I am old.

The dogs are old.

Yet, we are hellbent.

No matter, the antiquated bridge.

No matter, the splinters of wood half skewed.

We a search for that which heaven has sent.

bridge 1

x bogie on rocks

 

 

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