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On a Foot Bridge - Jan. 24, 2021

on some morning hikes

I’m vulnerable to those walking dead

who don’t look up as we pass

their claw marks of misery

felt like graffiti scratched

onto the gentle wind

with souls barricaded

from purple mountain vistas

and spirits deaf to beaked solos

I stop on a foot bridge

where a creek flows

under its cool shadow

and I thirst

for much more

than water


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