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The Bridge

by Kevin Colbert

When we heard the soft flutes playing,
Were you with me in the park?
It was then a red leaf fell, and it was spring.

Down through the trees, the clouds above us graying.
Soft city lights, through woods and mist and dark,
When we heard the low flutes playing.

You looked up at the bridge like someone praying.
It was clear that you would leave your mark,
Until a red leaf fell, and it was spring.

It could have been another night awaying,
I spent so many nights there in the dark,
When we heard the soft flutes playing.

Their time is like our time, as I was saying,
Our shadow through the maple twigs was stark.
Suddenly, a red leaf fell, and it was spring.

Time stood still for us, as I was saying,
One or so many nights, there in the dark.
When we heard the low flutes playing,
I saw a red leaf fall, and it was spring.

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