This morning the air is singing crisp, Coffee for no reason but addiction.
On the train guards swap actual war stories - Everyone is pretending not to listen, Not to look at their hands Watching for blood.
Did we cross the bridge already? I must have missed the sunrise Over our river, forgotten to watch Its angled embrace on bridges More silent than dead.
~CRH July 2012 Note: Feel free to share my work with others but please use my name if you do.