London Bridges Poem by CarolAnne Spalding

In the light of day
only your title did i recognize
...all else was a blur

perhaps bloated fog
...heavy upon my shoulders
skewed my vision

but i am certain that the touch of an Angel
....was replaced by the cold
and weathered hands of a stranger

cobblestone clopping, clicking, clacking
...echos in my mind

I startled at Ben
...alarming all to the hour

kNightless and without a comrade
i watched the bright promise of your halo
...slip

as i made my way across the bridge
...and into the darkness