Old Bridges
Over streams
or above deep ravines,
they cling to the earth that supports them.
Having borne years of burdens, their bones are cracking;
the splintery skin of their once-strong arms now rots.
Threatened by footsteps - though few - they groan. . . .
for time is deserting
old bridges.
(Not in a contest,at least for now.)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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