Differing Lights

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         There was a bustle upon the trestle.
         On a bench at river’s edge sat a man.
         Looking up he saw two people wrestle.
         At snail’s pace, a woman approached the rail.
         After a quick scan, a sack cleared the span.
         It plopped into the river without fail.

         Her white car drove past, one headlight was clear.
         The bobbing wet sack reflected the light.
         Appearing by shore the sack was now near.
         As they fled, he approached the shore with dread.
         Within the cold sack sat the wrestles’ plight.
         Dismay spread as the poor man saw his head.

         There was a bustle upon the trestle.
         Her white car drove past, one headlight was clear.

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         Sacked by lack a sad old man sat with grief.
         Unstable, not able to understand,
         There he wept and pondered in disbelief.
         His fleeing love left him feeling so dumb;
         Head in hand upon the strand in wet sand.
         In despair, the numb lonely man sat glum.

         Raising his head to a radiant glow,
         Dazzling hope so very far away,
         Wiping a tear as he felt the love flow.
         A caring hand applied salve to his scar.
         Found by serendipity this cold day.
         Out of the east came a tender bright star.

         In despair, the dumb lonely man sat glum.
         Out of the east came a tender bright star.