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Across the Bridge
by Jim Wilkerson
With every eager step across the bridge
Anticipation builds within my chest
To hear her voice in song I do not jest
Her lovely notes are dancing on the ridge
The evening creek is flowing dark and deep
Its waters fleeting fast upon the bank
My legs become as heavy as two tanks
A bridge that once was kindly now seems steep
My courage that was strong now growing ill
The words I had rehearsed I now forget
A nervous quiver in my throat begets
A further degradation of the will
But going down the other side is quick
And gives me hope to hear a louder note
My heart no longer sinking, now afloat
The smell of sweet perfume is not a trick
I turn and there she is a foot away
With just two mirrored smiles, no words we say
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