WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE
When the the Spring came
The river unmuddied itself
I could see the bicycle beneath the surface
I pictured the day when the owner must have wheeled it proudly home
The first time
Perhaps a gift
Of movement, poise, balance, purpose-
What must have flowed since
To bring it to it’s fathomed end?
J F T King, Ouse, Spring 2011
