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photography by man of aran
Rainforest Bridge: an acrostic
Rain-rushing creek, sunlight-filled
air, trees cascading moss
in the urban forest, this short trek
new to my gestures. And how
fitful, dimmed with winter shadow,
our flicker is. Yet somehow
real enough to anticipate a kiss,
ever telegraphed within our
silence while we stroll and
take our time. For as we cross the
Bridge with the lingering sun, we
reach the moment for me to pause,
infer the waver of your lips and
dare to be sure of a newly
gathering swell, dare to know
every stream you may wish to ford.




Love an acrostic that somehow manages to conceal its form. Beautiful imagery and beautifully done.
How lovely.