Some years ago
the bridge was not so high
the steps reached up
but not too far,
halfway, then turned
and crossed the tracks.
Each flight achievable.
And when we reached the top
we could look over
at empty tracks
or passing train
But now a “standard bridge”
is in its stead
built for trains
that need the extra height
We are not standard folk.
We miss our crooked bridge
and when on top
we cannot see the track
we have to travel on.
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