The Couple on the Bridge

Railing and road and wet tarmac

Frame this blustery morning.

And at the pinnacle, the peak,

The bridges arch,

Two shadows

Huddled in anonymous intimacy,

Hand in hand in sombre silence

For some beautiful tragedy unknown,

Move slowly

In step,

In perfect pace,

Out of reality

And into distant imagination.

While I move on,

Playing games with the faces

And counting the cars;

Looking for America