Above the River
I believe we’re all breakable
old bridges black paint &
rust building behind dirt
roads boarded up
unraveled with longing
looking down on some crazy
river world & driven so
when you brush
past me & honor my
shoulder with your small gift
of a hand because you just
can’t not all the sins of all
the people who never touched me
right seem forgiven
by Jim Bell
from Crossing the Bar
Slate Roof Publishing Collective
Northfield, Ma.