There was no prompt, I dug out on old idea (the title) and ran with it...
Bridge on the River Quand
Every poet has touched on time as river,
for all that it's a wrong-headed idea,
the metaphor is inescapable.
The symbolism is inescapable:
I've ordered girders, concrete and steel wire
all dumped beside the water in a pile.
All piled beside the water in a dump
the people of the land that time forgot
yet they can do a proper job on this.
A proper job, let's try to make a fist
a firm foundation's how our works begin
physical strength, specifications met.
Metaphysical, the specs are hard indeed
I'll park my trailer here beside the stream
and work on cross-hatching and bracing beams.
The workers are all gone across the stream
but I'll wait here at the still point I have made
out of the river, a poet time can't touch.
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