Published Poems

Top of the Bridge

Top of the Bridge

I climb onto the bridge’s railing,

toss your name into the wind

but it revisits me like the swallow. 

I think I have captured you but

then you shift away like the fog

underneath the bridge. 

The mist net will not catch you.

I watch you float down the river.

I think I am done with your memory.

But I am not.  Grayness mists

around me.  I shiver in the dampness.

I will forever be cold.

                                                                                    Poetica Review  spr 2020