I don't know how old that sleeping thing of stone and moss is.
A few years ago they blocked it off
with a low fence you could climb over
(and I did).
In the forest there's always dead leaves
flooding the earth, still, settling into years;
though mostly they slip off
the bridge. It has no rails. Nothing from the edge
to their fall. And on the other side
there isn't even a path.
It just gives way to earth,
a hill, leaves. Again.
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