I
I did not cross the bridge
For I remembered last year
When your mood overpowered me
You have not been with me so often this time
Though when you do arrive
You do so with no less force of magnitude
II
I had no choice
There were several hours
To be disturbed, distracted
Overcome, and somehow defeated
So I did cross that bridge
I walked up the cart track
To the five-bar gate
Where, last year
I had, on three occasions
Left my camera case behind
But today I keep my eyes
Firmly focussed
On the leaf
And nutshell-strewn ground
Only at the top of the hill do I wheeze
Wishing to share another cigarette with you
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