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


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