Poem: Across the bridge

Author: Marija Lazarevic

The bridge raised its middle
he cried loudly, painfully through his teeth
he hid all the sediment accumulated, brought
bottles of drunk walking laziness.

He walks across the bridge to the mysterious side
transmits people walking, at the touch of a finger
it gives them air, flower, invisibility
Under the bridge as he hands them a branch.

He noticed the cork on her with a rough gait
a bird with a tough beak
the bridge is her home of the wrong shape
They trample it aimlessly.

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