(Here is the square before the ramping bridge...)

Verce from the "Chrones & maxims" cycle

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Here is the square before the ramping bridge,
Here people waiting for the green to rush
Across the prospect. They are yawning wide.
Here I go down, in beret, with guitar,
Wishing to be the one of those not many,
Who just survives their feet over their head.
And on the very bridge, unseen, he dances,
The teacher of the very foreign tongues.
Around him I see the crooks are gathering,
And nothing they can tell about him,
And, watching his most vanton transpositions,
I go to drink eleventh cup of coffee,
And, by the way, what's all this up to me?..