Upon Wellesley Hills Bridge

 Empty train tracks, winding away
A sense of nostalgia, a fond memory
Of looking forward to something, but leaving behind something familiar

The incline giving Wellesley Hills its name
that is imperceptible while driving around
Presenting as a gigantic green wall
The sharp drop of a man-made cliff

The clouds gathering through the warm, humid day
Dark and intimidating in demeanor
Waiting and watching for the right moment
To let go of pent up angst

Each one of these elements
Noteworthy of their own
Presenting in a single frame
Too tempting to let go.


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