My doorstep led me to a waterfall
Of bright and triumphant sound
That laughed and tumbled all the way
To a bridge I think I remember from my childhood
It might be a bridge from another time
I’ve seen a lot of bridges
And crossed a lot less
I’ve never laughed memorably
But that’s normal I think we all can
Rationalize
Driving is like walking towards the
Warmly lit window on the
fourth floor
And imagining you’ll never get there
And if you imagine hard enough
You’ll just keep walking in the same place
And never get any farther or closer
And it’s all
Like driving
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