river’s only an hour away
good fishing hole where the bridge used to be
water’s deep and it’s cold
we have lures and jigs
corn and live bait
nets and scales and sinkers and weights
but sometimes I wonder
what difference it makes
they will or they won’t
fish decide if they want to be caught
path’s full of weeds where the bridge used to be
boys used to go there and make the bridge sway
made it rock side to side
and made the girls cry
fifty years old and fifty feet high
one day it swayed and an old cable broke
no marker or sign where the bridge used to be
you know or you don’t
you knew or you didn’t
I wonder sometimes if it makes any difference
some they found
and some they won’t
river decides if it gives up its ghosts.