Lock
bridge
A
torrent overtook the clouds
in
crazy bursts
the
Gothic church
exploded
with a scream of bells
and
called to prayer
a
million birds
but
she was not from around here
she
met him at a travelling fair
he
had a bag
fashioned
from twine
and
shared a sip of open wine
he
sat with her
and
nobody could have seen that pair
married
later in the open air
her
hair arranged
like
mermaid shells
all
mother of pearl
they
disappeared
and
from that long and lock-strewn bridge
could
be seen a floating barge
driven
by an ancient man
red
with weather
cheeks
like rain
he
too was never seen again
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