in our dreams they started building bridgesMature

in our dreams,

they started building bridges that crossed the seas.  we cross them

on foot, our hair dancing wildly in the air, our words nothing

but kites swallowed up by the wind.  we drop our coins but they don’t

make a sound when they hit the water below.  we watch the sky,

trying to see if the stars change in order to accommodate our wishes

but the stars are implacable and the middle of a bridge crossing an ocean

is no place for cold, chipped hearts like ours.

The End

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