bridge
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It was only when I stopped did I notice. As I stood on the bridge I stood still, only breathing As I sensed the world flow around me. On a bridge. Next to me, the footsteps of people, passing by, their flow of movement, the chatter, the excitement, the practicality of voice, crossing roads, heading…
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Standing on the bridge As I walk on Slow step by slow step What is behind me? What is in front? What can I see? What remains hidden? What is underneath? The fall, the gaps, the fear, the height What is above? Sky misty in wonder, grey, with promise hidden As I walk I make…
James Ballantyne 