I can see the bridge from
my window.
how it glistens with steel
across
the blue stone river
that stretches north
and south.
a string of lights now
lit
adorn the wires.
the sails of small boats
are full of wind,
racing the sunlight home
as they plow
below the span,
the cars above, paying little
mind
to anything,
rushing, going places
they need to go.
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