I got on the wrong bridge
and had to leave town.
True story, and more
to read there than
these dreams–
deep water, still
water, such a dumb
expanse today, a blue
stilled tongue, but
for what cause? There’s
the unease, as cars
spill like beads
across these spans–
to regret is to be
on the wrong side
of something.
Even sleeping now
I am chasing it–
What? I don’t know.
Only that I’ve missed it.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Is it weird that I like seeing ‘dumb’ in print?
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No! I love how it looks and sounds
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Now I know what you were doing all that time you were gone from WordPress. Writing beautiful poetry.
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Aww, thank you. And I wish…
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