The bridge of Sante Fe
By lavadis
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Behind a dirty sunset
near the bridge of Sante Fe
she sat alone
clutching her passport
in a hand that had waved and punched and pointed
She left England
with only the smile
sketched hurriedly
on her face
No time to pack or ponder
Nowhere was home and
now nowhere
was where she lived
Like a shark
on the move in perpetuity
the same fate had befallen
all
who ran
With a slim Jim
and a margarita
sitting beside the bridge
over the desert
waiting for the clock to forget and the wind to remember
Her name had become today but her heart belonged to
tomorrow
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Comments
Intriguing images ....
... and a mysterious ring to it, but also a hint of something uplifting at the end. Good one Laurie.
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words that swirl through you.
words that swirl through you.
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Wonderful Lavadis - and so
Wonderful Lavadis - and so nice to see something new from you!
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Always a pleasure
to be treated to some of your poetry, Laurie.
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This is our Poem of the Week 20th Jan 2023. Congratulations!
Lavadis returns with a belter of a poem and that's why it's our Poem of the Week.
Congrats.
Please, fellow members, share this on social media.
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A story within a poem with a
A story within a poem with a horizon that's tantalisingly out of reach and remains unsaid. Very nicely done. Paul
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