at the edge waited a bridge
made of clouds which stretched
off toward a vanishing point
I watched the slow sway
of the span and hesitated
lightning scarred the sky
then night retook its domain
I am still broken
(December 22, 2017)
at the edge waited a bridge
made of clouds which stretched
off toward a vanishing point
I watched the slow sway
of the span and hesitated
lightning scarred the sky
then night retook its domain
I am still broken
(December 22, 2017)