A Bamboo Bridge

 

I was once a bamboo bridge

proud to span the rocky chasm

with hollow roundness my strength.

 

A perpetually soaring construction

crafted by clever fingers wise in the ways of supple vines,

I was bound in beauty that bare soles would polish.

 

Many feet trusted my passage

and where ferns and hemlock clung to cliffs,

separated by foaming cascade,

I made my triumphant flight in dappled light.

 

None crossed that didn't take joy in their brief, winged moment.

Would that I were that airy bridge again.

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