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Counterweight

mARCH 9, 2014

Like the counterweight

beneath stone columned bridges,

the mass of years moves slowly,

cast from rights and wrongs

and the willingness to love

until only ashes remained.

I am not the daylight crossing

or a road filled with important travelers

but the mass below that lifts and lowers,

put to use when the rivers rise

and tall ships need pass;

dropping with faces and stories

of departed dreams and ancient bones,

relics of another time weighing me down

so the iron bridge may lift

and what must travel on to continue

on the broad river to the sea.

Burnside Bridge

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