the icy bridge
over our childhood river —
at opposite ends
we look past each other
in this journey to our dreams


3 Responses

  1. Magyar Says:

    childhood flow
    our paths to all things unsceen
    thoughts paddle our path

  2. snakypoet Says:


  3. Marion Clarke Says:

    A haunting wistfulness captured here. It’s looking back and forwards at once, hinting that perhaps the two friends ought to have travelled together—if they did, they are obviously no longer part of each other’s life.


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