Why not the last three slices?
Why not muncie? why lafayette?
why so excited to see some, and not others?
why not another drink?
why bars? why not!
why?
please?
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here is a poem about bridges. it's called "the trouble with bridges":
there are bridges everywhere
gaps have to be breached
rivers must be crossed
point a to b
san francisco to brooklyn
we're going places, america!
and bridges are, well,
the bridges to the future
the metaphor is solid
the metaphor is sturdy, like oak.
but there are bridges that sway
in the wind. iron ropes stretched
from trees. the river flows beneath.
why jump the creek
when a plywood slab
rests its ends on both sides?
strut across, live the dream!
bridge the gap, or gap the bridge!
when you get to wherever it is you're going
the future has happened,
and you are in it.
turn around. see where you've been.
there it is! there it was!
and now it's done. the creek
has already forgotten.
2 comments:
why not this blog not less???
A bridge is a structure built to span a valley, road, railroad track, river, body of water, or any other physical obstacle, for the purpose of providing passage over the obstacle.
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