Winter plays with the light, but I don't mind
because the road still leads me home
Nor, do I depend on broken street lamps
To guide me to the right door Do you?
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On the other side of the road, there's a bridge
where street lamps cast mixed shadows
Shadows dancing on the water like a ghost
But don't depend on dancing ghost I don't!
There's a fleet of barges crossing the water
The bridge will rise at an angle to let them pass
When the taller barges travel under the bridge,
must we all be sitting at an angle? Must we?
Across the bay, a train winds its way to somewhere
Its cars all hooked together like a clunky bracelet
But here I sit writing at an angle on the bay bridge
Can you read this at an angle ? Well, can you?
