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Jo,
Someone has recently plastered the bridge
with hundreds of red and white stickers,
an image of a troll in the center.
I noticed a series of graffiti
on the couplings I found attractive-round
faces in succession-two bright colors.
My stride measured words of a manifesto
written in one long line on the planks-
beginning on the Williamsburg side.
I read a few phrases backwards and didn't
create any meaning-glad someone had
troubled to kneel to write, crouching slowly
toward Manhattan. Not all the bridge workers
wore their hard hats-humid this morning-I
tied my green corduroy jacket around
my waist. The city in its wet fog-thin
castles we play in and around.
Yours,
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