Under the Bridge

They lay under the bridge

as the snow fell 

covered by cardboard

small smoky fire nearby

the baby cries

a mother soothes

the father’s eyes haunted

lives shattered

in the shuttering

of the dream

they had built

now in the cold

they hold each other

watching the bright lights

of the cars as they drive by

feeling like wraiths

unseen, unknown

watching the snow fall

as dusk settles

and the bright star appears.

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