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© aNadventures

Chocolate pretzels, evening tea 

and poetry the bridge 

I’ve been crossing on Mondays. 

I remember dreading the first day 

of the week, not anymore.

Oh, how time turns tables


into stages. I can’t wait to dance 

with you. We’ll take turns leading 

by example. The bridge I wish 

they all crossed. A word at a time.

La poesía es un puente de cortesía. 

Puentesía as I’d like to spell it out.  


Note: This poem was written on the occasion of World Poetry Day and it’s a contribution to the Monthly #WordPrompt.  

From → Tip of my Tongue

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