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Fence line, Gotts Island, Maine — photo by author

On a bridge,
between the rising sun and setting moon,
a crossing between day and night.

Suspended for a moment
as in a web
caught, neither here nor there.

No innocence on either side,
facing north,
following sweet intent,
like a bee or a lover.
Not sure of the steps,
in this lead and follow dance.

Only, that I might feel,
as the path leads through dappled shade,
your hand in mine.

Once, and ever,
as timeless,
will ye, nill ye,
so we go.

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