Yellow ink on a heavy card
Ink is bleeding and rubbing hard
Water stains on a handwritten line
Old ink blurring a dated design
Under the bridge where the river runs slow
Watching the grey mist begin to grow
Holding a letter that no one can read
Sown like a wintery salt-covered seed
Iron beams hold a rusted weight
Counting seconds and locking the gate
Cold wind biting through a woollen coat
Sinking deep like a small wooden boat
Copper pennies in a concrete crack
Looking forward but glancing way back
River stones turning a polished white
Sinking down in the middle of night
Under the bridge where the river runs slow
Watching the grey mist begin to grow
Holding a letter that no one can read
Sown like a wintery salt-covered seed
The stamp is torn from a distant town
The heavy anchor is pulling it down
Steel cables humming a low hollow sound
Rooting a memory deep in the ground
Fog is thick on the asphalt road
Bearing the weight of a heavy old load
Paper edges are curling and thin
Letting the damp of the river air in
Under the bridge where the river runs slow
Watching the grey mist begin to grow
Holding a letter that no one can read
Sown like a wintery salt-covered seed
Paper Bridge
Let the river run slow Paper Bridge
Let it go
