Dozer & Grustinka
Dozer Dozer
Been watching the rain fall on a freshly poured slab and thinking about how a bridge connects two points. Got any poetic thoughts on that?
Grustinka Grustinka
I watch the rain bead on the fresh slab, each drop a quiet whisper, and think of the bridge that stretches between two lonely points, holding their distance in a single, aching sigh.