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Is this how it came to be ?


First the floating bridge then the flying bridge

then the royal stone and steel, the beloved

Marie Valerie bridge –

gutted by war and warring retreat, collapsed

into the Danube to lie in rubble, in wait,

decade after decade caressed only by fish

and tide and still evenings like this one

when hopefuls gathered on opposite banks

in the different countries

of disparate governments.

And on those still evenings, tell me

did water carry the voices of the people

from one side to the other over and over,

messages domestic and indelible as sunlight ?


Is this how the heart of the bridge came to be ?