Sallow Poem by Robert Miller
Sallow
below a rotten bridge
where i have found two golden coins
the terrain is desiccated.
near the pillars of the bridge
where i have found a silver shackle
the fundament is damaged.
near the road behind the bridge
where i have found a bronze bracelet
the arroyo is dehydrated.
at the handrail of the bridge
where i have found a bunch of nothing
the boy is ready to fall.
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