he crept through the streets eyes upturned a small patch of sky looked down on him through baskets they weave so thickly he saw on the sea alone in the clouds a rusty old bridge was yelled in his mind he thought it was golden it swayed to his breath and creaked with the boats he unpacked his coat and laid down with somebody s shoes he traveled between the two ends of his bridge he learned all the holes to crawl in and stayed for the time when wind s too cold the rats that could march whispered in his ear he knew it meant something but nobody came he sat through the nights and watched all the darkness it spread with his breath and pushed back the sky he stayed for the days on his home a rusty old bridge would scream in his mind he thought it was golden