drifting through
the seaway locks
busy
being fourteen
I see children in the distance,
a small church, a young man's eyes
the colossal bridge
shading the river
this is my introduction
to a physical link
between serial grand theft
and engineering
years later
to save Kanehsatake lives
the bridge will stand
Mohawks in very good stead
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