Seeing the same old things each day
as she ventured through the hours -
passing the same inns and cafes day after day.
Stopping at the same curbs for traffic,
Waving to the same shopkeepers -
old familiarity - seeing all the signs -
knowing herself well...
she knew the drawbridge was there
Yet on she walked - eyes wide open -
a renewed joy in her step
because to her, each thing was new
with every sunrise; she continued on
hearing the giddy beat of the city
or was it her heart
Horns blowing, "Don't Walk" signs blinking,
People yelling, "Verbottten!"
She continued to walk even though
the Vertrouwen Rivier's bridge was open.
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