Our
Bridge

I

My
love

I
think our talk bridge

Would
work so much better

If
we drew a yellow line

Down
the middle

So
we could safely cross

In
each direction

II

My
love

I
think we need a bridge

Made
of Rosetta Stones

III

My
love

I
couldn’t see your side

Until
I reached

The
middle

Of
this arched bridge

IV

My
love

Now
that I’ve crossed to you

And
look back

At
the path to my side

I
see why

You
were loathe to cross to me

V
(The Question of Commuter Love)

Is
our love

Ever
a single shared island?

Or
will it always be

Two
islands and a bridge?

VI

This
bridge is quite amazing

Having
endured the Chicago fire

Where
it was burned

Beyond
all recognition

Copyright
1998 Bill Ross

(but
not the image)