as when crossing any bridge
at the velocity of a hearse
or if you’ve practiced
with the grace of a gull
and let’s say you make it across
though the bridge tremble
under the weight of your trauma
and the heart flutter
remembering its old life
but you want to stop there
in the middle of the bridge
hanging in the air with the gulls
here where they come together
the two halves of your love
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