She stands on the bridge
and stares down
into the slowly flowing river.
She wonders what it
might feel like
to climb the railing
and pushing off, gain flight.
The river would welcome her,
enfold her, carry her
to its heart. She
will not leap this day
just as she did not
the day before, but
she often has this conversation
with the ever-changing water.
She reaches
into her pocket, pulls
out a penny
and throws it into the river.
She does not make
a wish, nor does she
feel wishes are foolish.
Today she merely wants
to see the polished coin
glistening in the sun, it’s
copper golden reflection,
as it tumbles in
its downward arc.
This is sufficient for her
on this day, as on most days.
She will soon walk
slowly like that to the shore.
The river will
continue to flow slowly
in her absence.

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