A to Z Poetry: Bridge




Bridge

A bridge comes to mind,
But you don't know why.
You stress, you curse
life's little jams.

One minute. Two.
Hearts race to find 
That road, that path
That place out of time

What to do?
Lights flash and shine
off the walls,
off the lines. 

Blocked, hemmed in, 
Can't find the exit.  
Sweat pools, anger fuels
Stuck in the middle lane.

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