53. Bridges

Jogging along the

old trail beside

Lady Bird Lake

just at sunrise

cold steam rising

from the water

making trails between

the ducks and

dogs keeping pace

with their masters.

I cross bridges

whichever direction I

turn. Regardless of

what direction my

mother’s cancer takes,

today there is

a bridge to

cross and another

to cross back.

Go right ahead.

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