the river’s ardent flame

 

the river bends into dark corners

Argand lamps gleam across its skin

each flame a question

each ripple an answer folded away

 

the bridge waits in shadow

stone pressed against stone

listening to every footfall

holding the weight of crossings

 

the Argand light steadies

not words but fragments

a laughter broken into dust—

and someone mutters about bus delays

troth scattered into air

 

lamps shimmer into the current

the river folds time

into shapes no one hails

its surface glimmers with mem’ries

 

the bridge endures

each step a renewal

stone breathing with passage

arches bending toward recall

 

brilliant flecks steady again

touching stone and glass

absence sky-drift faint as ash

presence flares in ardent return

 

 

 

 

 

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