What awaits beyond the bridge
Half hidden in milky fog?
Flickering lights tease
I'll take one for myself and
I'll take another for my friend,
The last one though, I'll leave right there
To keep the sun company.
A meadow of happiness
Defended in my mind.
Grapes are beginning to ripen
On a little trellis outside the station
As a south-bound train hums past,
Throbbing in the syncopated rhythms of jazz,
As if to shake off the melancholy
Of a departing summer.
As the sky begins to brighten
Around the edges,
Something like hope emerges
From the shadows
Strewn among the folds of a snow drift,
Held fast the heart's yearning for spring.
The hues of summer,
The chirping of excited crickets,
And the coolness of dewy grass under foot
As I hurry toward
The top of a hill
Overlooking a cluster of
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