Bridge Abyss
by Diane Webster



The path to the scenic overlook
supports solid earth until
a wooden bridge spans
one millennia of rock to another
where slits in planks
reveal glimpses of the abyss
held together by a bridge
that seasons splinter
from the underside up
until one heavy foot cracks through,
and the mountain swallows
the hiker morsel and bares teeth
at the stranded tourists
gauging distance, run length,
leaping ability versus breath-taking views
if you turn your back to the trail
once traveled like school children
holding hands across crosswalk.






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