Thump-a
Thump-a
Thump
Went the bridge plank boards
As we pedaled up and over our bikes
Across the finish line.
No glimmering waters here
Just a path over a creek
Like arched steel stitches, the bridges
Let us meet
Together, whether we're afar or near.
In a hop, skip and a dash
We converge to traverse our homes
Where creeks line our patchwork edges
And the bridges, the hidden seams
Of this suburban quilt.
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