in a dream
I cross
the swinging bridge
feel the wind
that blows
rickety
and rope
is all that each step
knows
and forward
at least
is one way
to go
in a dream I’m holding
on
by fingertips
alone
a bridge of risk and chance
and fall
the song persuades
the wind’s teeth
bite
the farther side
encourages
invites me to
go on
hand over
hand
and time
on time
I move along
in a dream
I fall
this time
from the rickety
above
oh how
the wild wind blows
and screams
its song
somewhere below
the bridge
awaits
above
below
till I arrive
in a dream
until I
arrive
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