It is summer, and instead
of the ocean, we travel a bridge
connecting city to city, the dormant stacks
beside the water blurred by our speed.

As we cross the river,
the music fades from the conflict
of guitars to resolve,
and I’m thinking about being five,
with my toes on the edge of the curbside,
the street too wide to cross,
about the river sliding beneath us,
and wondering where
I’ll find the next crossing

By Lore Nissley, EC Poetry & Prose Member, Glen Burnie, Maryland, United States

About the Author

Lore Nissley is a poet and essayist living and working in Maryland. Her relationship with words drove her to earn a degree in English and Creative Writing at the University of Maryland Baltimore County (UMBC) and to work in journalism. She later moved into nonprofit management and early childhood education, working to bring the love of words and literacy resources to young learners. Lore is currently enjoying her newly empty nest and rediscovering the joy of writing her personal story. Her poetry was most recently published in 45 Magazine Poetry Journal and Dragonfly Arts Journal.

Feature Photo by Artem Saranin

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