Those civil engineers couldn’t stop Gertie,
herself, ripping an ecstatic sine wave
into the Sound. It was the wind
that gave direction. The bridge is a reef.
In and out the unlatched windows
of the yellow car streetcar reef far south
swim the fish of industry, making it new.
Lowered down or a hard splash. I said
I’d catch you lest you dash your foot
upon a rock—I didn’t tell you that
the fall would still leave scars.” —Edges - faith and practice