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Mar 2013
I am a bridge, connecting two far lands.
I stretch across the river, wide and strong.
I close the cavern between parted sands,
I join the lovers’ hands forever long
She floats along my back with poise and grace,
Each step sends shivers down my rigid spine
As rain marks each gentle footstep in place,
Making a simple straight and jagged line.
I felt the sadness in her every move
I sent to her the floating thoughts of love;
But her path veered off, to my edge; to doom-
With river below, she and I above.
Without warning her small toes lifted off.
I watched and cried at what I could not stop.
Shakespearean Sonnet- Reply to another poem that I will post if I can find it.
Lexiconical Quinn
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Lexiconical Quinn  Fort Collins
(Fort Collins)   
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