Confederation Bridge

I see the Strait through tinted glass.

I miss the warm sea breeze,
The cry of gulls,
Salt spray that flecks my tongue.

The bridge is a cheap whore.
A quick ride: lacking emotion;
Without passion;

Abby and her sisters -
They knew how to embrace:
Stealing my heart.

They hold it...still.

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