The bridge

An image.

canopy of thick foliage

sheltered the marching souls.

the marsh skirted the trail from the right.

the moth danced in the misty shadows.

penumbra of crossing shades

the glittering stars swept the remains of sleepiness from

the eyes of pilgrims on the camino de Santiago.

Then, above the thicket, loomed the bridge.

A thick purgatory in the sky.

pitch black hole.

the cars skidded on its face.

the tires against the asphalt are the waves of the lost sea.