Bamboo Bridge

beside a mountain 
                    stream,
we rest our toes 
            for just a
minute, 
or maybe just a
         little more.

and see a storm
               broken
         bamboo
               stalk.

it has fallen
                  across
more than a 
trickle.

so many unknown
stories
         might be told.

but, though the
         stream is
                very
                noisy,
it keeps all secrets
to itself,
   divulging nothing.




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