in the dream one evening
i went to a bridge i knew
a shape would be there
a korton silhouette
stark against the sky
i asked them their name
they only laughed back
then they asked me mine
we had met once they said
in the light of day
amid a city of bones
the path to the heavens
lies open but only
the strongest can climb
and we are all so so
scared
Sunday, October 28th, 2018
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October 28, 2018
From “Meeting on a Korton Bridge” by Marion Wilholt
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