Crossing the Brightman Street Bridge by Cynthia Elder

Crossing the Brightman Street Bridge

by Cynthia Elder

Dropping down,
a honey bright ball
ready to bounce,
the sun,
as I drove toward cirrus clouds
dripping in neon,
reminded me of those
who’d been blinded as they walked
a rough-hewn road,
doubting God.

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Cynthia Elder lives on the edge of Hundred Acre Cove in Barrington, Rhode Island, with her husband and their increasingly empty nest. Her poems have appeared in The Allegheny Review, Dog River Review, Plainswoman, and elsewhere. She has work forthcoming in Young Ravens Literary Review and Eudaimonia Press Mental Health Anthology. Cynthia has worked in nonprofit social service organizations for 25 years.