| Poetry |
BRIDGE
I dreamt about the bridge again today.
I say dreamt
but I am unsure
as to whether
I was awake or asleep.
I have had that a lot lately.
I could see it very clearly
and completely.
So,
I must have been
maybe two or three miles away
at a height
that was the same as the bridge.
I could see the full span,
All of it
apart from where it went to
and where it came from.
I have no idea
if I will dream of it again.
Most of my dreams lately
have been about falling in love with women.
Women that I do not know
or possibly have not met yet.
by Marc Carver
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