Bridge
Any chance we got
We would sit above
The busy lights.
Where they go
Is not our worry,
But how are you,
we would say
While we sat atop the bridge.
We held each other
Against the cold wind
Where we’d drink piña coladas
And escape from it all,
We might as well fall asleep.
Look left, look right
We are safe here,
Atop the bridge.
This poem is about:
My family
Our world