Sitting on the Bridge

by G. David Schwartz

I was sitting on the bridge to the state line. I had a pocket of animal crackers but I only like the ducks which were gone very quick. I sat string down into the water as it splashed its way out of the river to the drying spot in Ohio. I thought about a woman I knew so long ago. She had shady blue eyes, cloudy; something like the river below me on this little bridge. Thinking of her, a tear fell into the river and like her it floated away.

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G. David Schwartz, currently a volunteer at Drake Hospital in Cincinnati, is the former president of Seedhouse, the online interfaith committee. He is the author of A Jewish Appraisal of Dialogue. His new book, Midrash and Working Out of the Book, is now in stores or can be ordered online.