before we had this bridge
I could walk however so bravely to the other shore
take fruits and found objects and be home before the dark
but when the fire raged our bridge stood between the flames
I want old pictures, oils, and a gifted musical devise
maybe I have use for them
my desire must be curved
my mouth shall not shout out the flames
it cannot
for it is by now old
those were just things along with you
i’ve lost in the fire
Sabibi Davidson 