The Calvert Bridge

the future is not what it used to be.

it rarely is.
once you get childhood
out of the way.

things change quickly, and the world
you envisioned
is different
than you imagined.

but you stick with it. what
are the choices.

I talk to my friend cathy about
this on the phone.

I ask her, kiddingly,
if the net is still up on the Calvert
Bridge.

she laughs, and says. I think so.

there are days like that, for everyone,
she says.

and nights too, I tell her.
and nights too.