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Mysterious Crossing
larrylark

We arrived at the river
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after travelling over fields.
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A no man’s land sealed off
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between water and city,
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yielding nothing to man or beast,
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least of all pity.
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Mitigating circumstance
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had allowed us through.
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“It’s the best I can do.”
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said the man opening the gate.
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Descending fog mingled with river mist.
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It was getting late.
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We gazed at the list of instructions
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but like most plans
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The writing had ceased to function,
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unravelling on the page,
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so they would have to wait.
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A man passed on a bike
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with a hound running alongside.
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He called. “The bridge is down
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And the river’s wide.”
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We looked round. “Must be the tide.”
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The ferry man plunged his pole through water.
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Then we saw for the first time
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a faint outline. Probably his daughter,
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stood on the top of whatever it was,
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carrying them across to our side.
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Swimming silently, head plunging
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in and out of its own waves,
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Spreading ripples
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right up to our feet.
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7 Feb 18

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