Ambassador Bridge

Spectral bridge over untroubled waters,
Another river under mirrors of light.
Rain floods the banks with shadows
And the bridge suspends the night.
A few hours longer into summer now
I walk along the Canadian shore–
America a thousand miles away.
Freedom doesn’t cross the bridge.
It is a causeway into economies
And politics polluted from the start.
Spectral bridge over untroubled waters.
It’s those untroubled waters–
That bridge-less flowing of unknowing–
That river of apathy and death
All cross like those without a country.

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