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Midnight on Lions Gate

Gary Sim, December 20, 1999


the curb lane closed
we crested the bridge
and stopped in the rain

warning lights and
workmen in darkness
slashed by halogen

a freighter slid beneath us
Are you my friend?
she asked

suspended in space
i fear the fall
of a deeper abyss

the bridge ahead
seems to clear
we move forward

the smoking flagwoman
waves us by
with a

SLOW!
SLOW!
SLOW!



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