In Transit

on a pathway
to a newer level
then crossing smoothly back
 i walk Trower’s bridge of sighs

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2 thoughts on “In Transit

  1. when the Sun don’t shine and the Moon don’t move the time…
    we walk those planks that bridge between what then and rhyme
    slow beat, baritone whiskey and scream, in our seats
    we are slow handing each step that greets
    how we walk where the clouds might too,
    to understand what not believing means…

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