Curved iron bridge in the sun
locked in place, narrow, don't run,
the older one pauses to share
joking waves
with the wheelborne one.
Minutes pass, there's barely a sound,
wordless exclaimings, tiny flailings,
slated river, nudging up cloud,
do your worst or leave us be.
Such is our only escape
the female line let the graveyard wait.

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