The bridge

collapsed

right after

we left:

The bridge

that was

called

The Key.

The video

that captured

the rupture

of the structure

that gave way

the way

dominoes

fall 

in succession

reminded me

of the twin

towers

collapsing—

each floor

on top

of itself

until

mere dust.

How quickly

collapse

occurs

once 

what was

painstakingly

built

becomes broken.

Lives lost.

And lost

connection.

The Key Bridge

may be

an exception,

except

it seems

like an 

expression

or projection—

a metaphor

for

our political

situation.

An enormous

vessel,

out of control.

broke

the bridge

that was key.