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hiis constant bridge crossing give me so many ideas as I briefly stop and look into the water flowing by. This one was written in the spring

I was watching a film and one of the characters rubbed a very sore part of my psyche

I passed this lady while on the bus on Tuesday

I should have gone to church but thought ....nah so before work doodled this

this evolved after thinking about the dark over the small river I cross every night on my way home from work.

I wrote this a couple of years ago - have tightened it

a lyric piece

three random verses refined from jottings taken on friday

same bridge different season than DUCK

looking for what is sacred