Bridges are wonting thresholds
And this one is no exception

The widest visual spectrum I've seen in years
Splits the sky from sinking shadows and

Each of these straggling drops is
Far too hot to be liquid, yet the streets

Diligently gather and swallow whole
This budding collection of backlit dreams

My palate has been cleansed
These dilated pupils are a *****

But if I close my eyes
Even for a second...