Rickety Bridge


Slowly inching ahead

on the rick-

rickety bridge,

I hear

wobbly planks and

worn-naked shiny bolts

yawn away tired songs.

Gaping cracks,

enchanting squeaks,

lamenting

some ancient groan,

chase away

the autumn trespasser,

hunter of colour and texture.

Swept by the moment,

the screech-screechy

chanteuse,

I briskly walk away

from the spook-

spooky

rick-rickety

bridge.

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