Thump-a

          Thump-a

                      Thump

Went the bridge plank boards

As we pedaled up and over our bikes

Across the finish line.

No glimmering waters here

Just a path over a creek

Like arched steel stitches, the bridges

Let us meet

                     Together, whether we're afar or near.

In a hop, skip and a dash

We converge to traverse our homes

Where creeks line our patchwork edges

And the bridges, the hidden seams

                     Of this suburban quilt.