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where green pieces of the bridge               
     lie along the river bank                             
(barges hauling, unloading),
    they seem like parts of the sky
that dropped, bringing                                                 
     their birds with them 

and these were people,
    loved, unknown,
who flew awhile                        
    (as everyone dreams to do)
in this world of falling.   

 

by Michael Dennis Browne