Sarah St Vincent Welch #105 hearts under the bridge

under the bridge

rust stains, white pigment, mould

like paintings

here a shallow bed of sleeping rough

a torn plastic bag

and a small sculpture

a still heart outside its body

pinned on the pale abutment

light rain

a little more than mist

an outline of a woman leaning over

right above, looking out

her hair hangs down

the rain squalls

I catch the blur of a driver

as they turn their head my way

tail lights recede
I count my pulse