A walk across the Bridge of Lions
a blustery, gray, Fall day with
wind whipping as the cars pass
and two teen boys on bicycles
rush by us on the narrow path,
sullen look upon their face
matches the lowering skies!
We are on the south side of the bridge
looking off into the waters where there’s
little demarcation between the chop
and sky.
It’s a watercolor in shades of gray.
Reaching the other side we find
no dirth of traffic in the ancient little town,
fascinating even when there’s no sun!
Maybe more so…
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