the singing bridge

as tires sped over
the roadway grate
the bridge opened
into song
my span home
cherished canticle
a psalm
soothing my way

on quiet days
I could hear it
from our house
the rhythmic chant
lub dub
at the start
a singing verse
dub lub
at the end

the city tore it down
progress, they said
the bridge
forever stilled
yet
seventy years on
my heart still rings
with its song

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.