The Wooden Bridge 

here is one again 
rocked by the wind 
cradled by the mountains
railings of rope
in shades of brown 
tied by the living 
cursed by the dead 
a wooden bridge 
to reach the springs 
and the fountains

heaven is across 
below is death
don’t look down-
hold your breath
it wont take long 
either way 
so take a leap now
or turn away. 

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