echoes under the bridge

On the walk below the bridge
          light and sound
                    overtake one another
By turn warmth and coolness,
          hums and rhythms
                    lines and colors
In parts and pieces 
          by moments in sequence
                    a small human sense
Of the united, unfolding
          in the song of the traffic
                    the sun’s gilded slant
In my throat, the
          acoustic presence
                    of the inlet water
The drifting peaks
          and valleys shape the
                    clouds within my ear
And my eye
          Reflects again the
                    wave-scattered sun
I walk on the cement
          as the scene moves
                    through me
I am just reflection
          here I am  
                    only an echo
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