O wonky bridge stuck together don’t stumble or stagger or fall
Nervous knees knock wondering if the weight of a glance upwards will make bricks cascade to the floor?
Stopped still, sheltered, two bottled-up people study the falling rain drips and drops and drops and drips drops and drips and drips and drops outside low sodden grey clouds cry their hearts out once again.
Under higgledy-piggedly rough hewn stones, respite unexpectedly reigns: I really like this bridge! What stones are they? How old is it? Who built it? How did they build it? I love this bridge! Sentences pour out of your mouth Questions paw at the walls and roof bent backwards far into the big arch filling the space with wonder and awe and interest and joy and life and curiosity and more. Fizzing air holds high the bridge. A child bursts clear out of the sea.
O wonky bridge stuck together stay standing forever—
The rain stopped! A world slipped away through the cracks and the seams.
Bottles return back to the shop, for a deposit of 10 shiny new p.
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