Continued from 21 October.....
If you are going to the eccentric place
you travel the Twelve Bridges Road;
some of them are span a creek
or a tributary stream
but the one over the Broad River
stretches out in the sunlight,
a slender ribbon between
widely-separated bluffs.
Coming from the old place
the the route was shorter
but not as interesting.
Flatness between fields
punctuated by crossroads.
But now out of friendship
and a sort of obligation
I travel the Twelve Bridges Road
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