Poetry Series – Bridges

Y’all. I’m salty.  There’s an aching in my bones longing for the water below. This bridge is nice and all but.. I wonder if it’s time to go. Bridges I imagine –When a bridge breaks.It doesn’t happen all at once.Seasons weather at the foundation with no bother of tending.Support crumbles under the weight of aContinue reading “Poetry Series – Bridges”