Bridge
Golden poplar leaves
Bright in the light of sunrise
In my neighbor's yard
New statues of ducks and quail
Clustered around the front door
Snails are hiding
Underneath the wooden steps
It is damp and dark
"Let's talk about this some more,
Bring it out in the open."
Slipping on the ice
The small car comes to a stop
Next to a parked truck
"I can't rely on you,"
She returns the ring he gave her
The office lobby
Sun pouring in the windows
And afternoon heat
Next to the espresso stand
Six or seven apple trees
A few petals fall
On the coats of passersby
They don't seem to mind
The full moon between some clouds
Traversing the Aries sky
His recurring dream,
One that he looks forward to,
In the land of calm
An angel and a goddess
On a bridge across a stream
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