View from a High Footbridge

by Ronald Moran

At dusk, I watch the first-love couples walk
a trail
above this rocky but free-flowing river,
banks steeped in arrogance, its currents

although the lucky ones know that once love,
like a laser,
cut through the soft veneer of innocence,
shock and delight that enlighten and clarify,
like clear,

cold waters of this river, unnamed, unknown;
to them, now, for the first, unforgettable time,
and, yes,
they want to be alone together, as all of us

or did at one time, the best time of our lives,
and holding on until the unearthly bell began
It’s time, it’s time enough. Find yourselves,
sweet loves.


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