The Bridge
you could see the roads
leading up to it
spiderlike, the approaches
ran through marshes
and landfill.
To ride
to wait
for a way to cross
was no better than prayer
if you couldn't drive.
And yet, drawn up
so innocuously
as to be seen
from one angle only
was a boat
that could be sped
with one tall oar
if you were willing
to use one arm
and float backwards.
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