Bridges
Eventually they all fail,
especially the ones made of blood
and ambition.
Then there is this:
there are trains pulling ghosts,
the drowned and crushed
reflected in a puddle of sky.
Despite the sustaining support,
the perseverance,
eventually they all fly too far,
span downward, stretch beyond
rivets, nuts, and bolts.
Then there is this:
bridges rise above the engineered;
the aeronautics of earth plants ideas.
Imagination finds
other ways to cross over the gaps
others have bravely left.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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