in the mists of autumn, bridges show their real nature

As the river ripens
Towards the inexhaustible sea,
Bridges flow backwards,

Bent backs shining forth
Risen above the rain-punctured,
Leaf-besplattered waters,
They unite

In a heroic attempt
To conquer the time and go
Spawn more of their kind
To show off.

The river breathes a cold
Misty blast
The constructions dive and appear
Like rafts.

Crosswise they steer
Through the white and the bleak,
Safe salmons in motion

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