Six
Under stars diamond hard, I cross this log bridge where we fed birds by the lake,
skating my boots like a young girl, hoping to find you, this time, cabined, building fire on the open hearth.
Under a cold, starlit sky, the speaker crosses a log bridge beside a lake, a place she once visited with someone important to her to feed birds. Her boots slide as if she were a young girl again, giving the moment a fragile, almost playful energy.
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