An Angel On The Shoulder

lasting impressions,
last impersonation
for the first time.

first impression
on the last bridge crossed,
driving south and on this bridge i feel
the earth could fall away,
i could become what i see on the median.

the guardrail is more than a friend,
the beauty of the passing trees is more than an enemy,
clearly i have been deceived;
they all are one-
the one is me.
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Sep 16, 2012