So I walked the bridge
For it was burning
Cello Suite No. 3 in C
Became sound and smell
Filled with smoke
At sunrise
There was a place beyond
The Joshua trees
Where I took my boots off
While watching the bridge
That was now a lit candle
Burning the morning sky
As a name does to memories
When one stops walking
Or forgets to cross the bridge
Before it burns to ashes
July 29, 2015
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2015
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