bridge is so quiet and empty
a frozen picture of yesterday
footsteps disturb peacefulness
with sound of metallic heels
then sudden stop, she looks
fog swallowed half of river
still drifting towards her
i could only see her legs
knees bending to me now
with clinch fist; brisk walk
i could imagine bubbling
inside that pretty darling
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