River rust drifts around
the bend
and beyond the bridge,
London bound.
Harry shuffles to
and fro -
they say
he’s on the mend.
He's found a red cap
and sends it heavenward -
like a bird in flight,
a bird of paradise.
An angel descends and curves
a smiley face into
the sand
and clasps his hand,
offers him laces
for his shoes,
gifts him a coin,
calls him friend.
Harry meanders slowly
around the bend,
beyond the broken bridge,
to the river's end. |
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