Thirteen bridges span this river, bear a city on their backs
Thirteen shadows on the water hold up roads and railroad tracks
Poised above the swirling flood, breath and body, bone and blood.
Thirteen arcs of dream or story, thirteen sheets of pencil sketch
Thirteen plans on blueprint paper, solid as a ruler’s edge
Struts of steel and piers of stone, breath and body, blood and bone.
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