Hope floats
Over North Bridge Street
A'crest on an unseen stream;
Black
Like a plastic bag
But less restless.
Still dark bent adrift
It hovered over my head that night
Pondering its business
Like an unforeseen scream
Silently lurking
Ready to rumble.
A ripple
Made it teeter
And veer off-course
To ponder
Someone
Else.
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