Thank God for bridges
For underneath we find shelter
From the storm, from domestic violence,
From PTSD, from judgmental society.
The shaking and rattling above,
Like music to our ears.
The scent of the river,
Like the call of home
Pasig River, Elbow River,
Bow River, Seine River
Therein our kitchen, our bathroom.
Snuggle with me in my tent
And dream the night away.
24/04/2025/RiverSeine
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