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Water Under the Bridge



I can’t go out

Sky unloads

To end our drought

Thunder explodes

Across the Thracian Plain

An afternoon’s incarceration, rain

A temporary recluse

The perfect excuse

When your neighbour’s name is Zeus

To stay at home

Spectate as pools of water boil

And steam

As droplets drench scorched soil

The doorstep cat looks out, recoils

Deciding not to venture there

Dawdles back to empty chair

Pages of a book

Read aloud

Not heard

A bridge of paper

Crossing chasms to the past

Lightning flashes everywhere

Through my mind

Through the sultry summer air

There have been so many storms

But just as many rainbows


The Devil's Bridge

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