We build too many walls and not enough bridges. ~ Isaac Newton
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great that I thought I was in a dream. ~ Jack Kerouac
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bridges give more eyes so crossing them always a dream where eyes grow on our hands & toes, tolls came later, once bridges only connected deepest values: how we meet half way & marry
Anon, thank you for your poem -- and for meeting halfway :)
Thank you, Petrea! Good to have you stop by.
It is an interesting way to get between buildings, Katie, and I like the portholes, too. I've not been in the skyways in Minneapolis; I'll have to look them up.
4 comments:
bridges give more
eyes
so crossing them always
a dream
where eyes
grow on our hands
& toes, tolls
came later, once
bridges only
connected deepest
values: how we meet
half way
& marry
I love this. I love the shapes and the shades of gray.
Interesting way to get between buildings. I like the portholes. Reminds me ever so slightly of all the glass skyways in Minneapolis.
Anon, thank you for your poem -- and for meeting halfway :)
Thank you, Petrea! Good to have you stop by.
It is an interesting way to get between buildings, Katie, and I like the portholes, too. I've not been in the skyways in Minneapolis; I'll have to look them up.
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