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The Bridge at Night

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I took them left down
Columbus and up
The spiral stairs
To look at Michigan street.
The bridge is a nice one,
Lit at night and swelling
With impatient cars people bicycles,
Flourished with moldings.
We didn’t cross it.
It’s harder to appreciate the
Beauty of something
When it’s beneath your
Feet.





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