At Beginnings or Endings

Surprised …

To be –

Still –

So near the

High level bridge:

Cars thumping

On their

Temporary routes

Between one shock

And the next.

The mud margins of an estuary;

The river runs out here

Or the sea is born;

You have to decide for me

Because we both know (don’t we?)

That I have never been good

At beginnings or endings.

Come to think of it

Only one of us ever believed

I managed even the bits in between

At all well.

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