The Akbar
Bridge must know
of love and tryst,
of blinding and blindness
of union so common
and yet believed to be
of a singularity beyond words;
I did not talk with Akbar
Bridge:
it just stood as it always did
in its historic specificity
and logic of being:
so she could float like a whisper
and a fragrance
through sunlight and forbidding
for embrace and dissolve.
