Walk across the bridge, look down at the stones
as the water rushed over their rough edges,
blotting out moss, slapping dirt.
Hand hung over the edge of the railing,
watching stream after stream, waves
crashing, slowly slipping.
tiny piece of metal that held heart
falling, hand over crown, crown over hands
little band gone, sparkling against
rough rocks. gone before breathe
before the tears. disappeared
into the dirt. invisible. lost.
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