Bridge

Through the center of the LQ
Runs a canal.
Over the canal
Arches a bridge.
The bridge was once
Common.
Faded white.
Dwindling blue.
Old men fished off of it.
Kids raced over it.
Bikes zipped down its ramps.

But no one noticed it.

Then it got a face-lift.
A make-over.
A re-do.

Now it screams for joy.
Flashes bright yellow.
Shines electric pink.
People will take notice of me it says.
They will thank me for the fish
They catch off my sides
They will thank me for making
A walk from here to there
Shorter.
They will thank me for my ramps
That help their bikes
Zip
And zoooo.
They will take note
As I shout out loud
Live out proud.

But then their shoes scuff it up.
But then the fish guts leave a glup.
But then the wintery
Acidy
Rains
Make the paint fade
Away

Through the center of the LQ
Runs a canal.
Over the canal.
Arches a bridge.