From this bridge

same bridge different season than DUCK

From this bridge of times shadow

The white blossom suspends the machinery

It's impermanence witheld spring sharp

The stream flows an uneven script

A revel of light rolling soliloquy

As after the wilting and dropping

Petal white absolves with inert narrative

Upon reflection what is change?

The ever quality the water word

But a permanence spring clear

Author's Note

watching petals drop and float away