I'd like to be Mooseman Bridge
from Valentine Nebraska, my beams
solid Douglas Fir grey as smoke,
my trusses steal, glazed with rust.
Rich in nuts and bolts, a molten rainbow,
A Mooseman Bridge, I'd hold a grizzly
five tons without bulging a muscle--
over air, water, stone each step resounds
against my barreled chest
brings you closer--my heart splayed out
for you to walk across.