Water under the bridge

Trvialized by love and life

I return to seat

      Legs crossed
      as water that flows under this bridge

I recall.... The time when you.....     WAS THAT YOU

            Was it even me?
              Were we kids on a lark?
               so earnest and intent to stand in this water under the bridge...filled with blood

The train from the stockyard travels on the droplets of condensation that pour from me

Under the bridge...
past jerry, panhandling his smiles for your hard earned change..
but has anything really....
 changed that is?