Jack Westmore
Together, we crossed the bridge
which had once carried water
into Lisbon, and in the distance, spied
the other, more beautiful bridge,
like a mirage, which spanned
the Tagus with its stream of glittering traffic.
Two bridges that bridged
separate bodies of water,
like sentences in a paragraph,
or brothers who struggle
to have something in common.
The afternoon was warm. A tour group,
noisy with families, scuffled past.
Not merely gestures, these implied
complex relations with one another:
you wore that sky-blue denim jacket
that I loved. We didn’t argue all day.
Both of us took photographs.
This poem includes a quotation from John Ashbery’s poem “All Kinds of Caresses”.
Jack Westmore is a poet and software engineer from London. His poetry has previously been published in Tin Can Poetry, &Change, and Fourteen Poems. He is a past recipient of the Tower Poetry Prize (2nd place), and is a co-editor of Seaford Review.
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