by Elizabeth Lewis
they built the bridges out of stones and other things
made for staying in one place,
and the people loved them so dearly that they wore them down
to the steel bones
with their shoes.
we built our bridges too strong for
breaking all at once.
i started brick by brick,
and now my pockets
60th had the best view of Queens,
and 51st street lookout resembled a picture
of real places right over the river,
but just barely out of reach.
i can’t decide if our bridges were made