Aren't we all just little bridges br shaking in bad weather br undulating in worse br staying still straight in the calm br maybe shining in the sun br holding onto one shore br stretching out to the next br br walked on br carrying br floating over br ducks fish water br opening straining breaking apart br to let boats and ships and fishermen br pass underneath br crumbling br paved reconstructed br through decades centuries br br always spreading between two banks br that for whatever reason br want to be linked.