Beneath Brooklyn Bridges

They were little hopes and confidences
street lamp gold lit secrets hid
beneath bridges under bridges
where she came already two months gone
to see how he was getting on
to see where she used to sit
in the shadow by the bottom corner of his lip

His brown eyes evade stray from shoe to shoe
hidden in his own pockets, he keeps from view
of the bridges rumbling,
of the dirty passing windows

&as trains clack by
drowning out the Autumn in his sigh
the air so cool and bitter crisp
keeps the dearest words in silence
like little hopes&confidences
love in nooks, hidden in their hearts
where she is only twenty minutes from home
where he’s a passage now and leaving

&as trains clack by
here, he’s done but
she still wonders what he’ll do alone
just before she steps and lightly falls a bit
into his arms to bridge the rift
she quiet slips around his middle
so soft enwrapped
he misses here a little
beneath bridges under bridges
and sad gold light

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2 comments so far.

1. marlena bowen says:

   I love how your wods paint a story.

2. Russell Warner says:

   Thank you, Marleena--I love to tell a story. :)