kissing june

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Bill Eppridge - Skateboarding in New York City, 1965

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I’ve resolved myself to vapor, surrounding those I love.
Conforming and reporting that there’s nothing left to be done.

I watch with tender progress, the struggles of my friends.
Asserting all the answers, whole and happy, I’ll pretend.

But we have crossed two bridges,
each walks the other way.
I duck my head and worry
that there’s nothing left to say.

The room was dark with flashes, I lost a pocket of self worth.
I told my ma I loved you, she said what she’d been sayin since my birth.

Sometimes you’ll cross two bridges,
the road is hard to take,
one’s sturdy and supportive,
the other’s known to break.

Carelessly sewing my heart to your coat sleeves,
I dressed up in clothes that would never be bought.

The overhead lights took away all my secrets,
the music box captured my thoughts.

We were crossing two bridges,
from solid ground to air,
knowing all the while,
we shouldn’t kiss right there.

The bridges have walls and I’m leaning against them.
I came up upon them when I least expected.

I can’t stop my yelling cause this bottle won’t hold me,
the child within me wants to jump off and play.

But you have crossed two bridges.
You’ve got a lot to do.
I’m absent from this project,
and I can’t provide the glue.

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Pigeons rest on electric wires in Srinagar, September 18, 2012.

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