The Bridge, the Warrior, and Blue Eyes
Originally published in the December 2012 issue of Empirical
The curve and rush of time and water.
Nothing learned as the warrior loses his head.
Blue eyes in the stone face, the subtle smile.
Who will answer this longing? There is
patience in the woman leaning on the wall.
In the distance women walk and talk.
Pulteney Bridge is more than a bridge.
Red Rover, cross over. On the way why not
buy a rose, an antique map or sip a glass
of blueberry juice? And still the women wait
and walk as their day bends toward night. The old
has left its dying wish within the stone: Endure.
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