On Three Consecutive Fridays In ≈1962≈

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I dreamt about

the Whitestone Bridge

I dreamt about this bridge
on three consecutive Fridays
and at no time in between.

The content of the dreams
is long forgotten
but this is a bridge
two short blocks
from where I grew up.

I crossed the Whitestone Bridge
AT LEAST 1000 times

Thrice, I walked across
the bridge
but not over the water:
it was a short cut to Church.

My thinking was that
If I died en route,
going to or from Church,
I would ride on an express bus
through the Pearly Gates 

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