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| King's Bridge, Built in 1802. |
out of the northeast, the road gone white,
to cross the creek on the new, wide bridge,
the water gone black and rising again,
then stop to turn around on a mud lane
no longer used for farming, to spend some time
with the old covered bridge, restored as relic,
to hear the creek purling under heavy trusses
in the quiet of a windless, early dusk, the wooded hill
disappearing in the fading, fine-flaked light,
everything vanishing in the veiled air, everything
passing away in the valley in the dusk and the snow,
winter twilight in the mountains, and who among us
wouldn't better span the flow rebuilt?
