Once Purple
The bridge was once a purple hue;
There’s just a trace remaining.
It should be freshened up, but seems
The city is refraining.
Of course, it’s low priority
Compared to needs more pressing
Like sanitation, safety, schools
And other ones worth stressing.
Yet when I saw that purple bridge,
The opposite of boring,
It made me smile and surely set
So many spirits soaring.
Perhaps one day, if things return
To life as we once knew it,
Some painters will show up
With purple paint and get right to it.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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