Monday, January 11, 2016

Ode to a Bridge once built, once rolled over

we must have crossed over in the night,
days away and scarred by ontario wildernesses; no sleep.
a silver ship sailing at big northern twilight,
under straining cables, with gusty winds.
Nipigon river on the arterial highway road, only road
through to Thunder Bay and points onward;

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