mouth gaping and open
beneath this once-trundled bridge
the southern crust met the northern
lips
connected by water in which
trouts dance and
ladders rot
we search for our reflections in the
dead of night
seeking a something
we cannot find on either side
wondering
who will swallow us whole,
the water or
ourselves
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
mouth gaping and open
beneath this once-trundled bridge
the southern crust met the northern
lips
connected by water in which
trouts dance and
ladders rot
we search for our reflections in the
dead of night
seeking a something
we cannot find on either side
wondering
who will swallow us whole,
the water or
ourselves
thought of this on the bus home over the big bridge tonight
