Calm Keeping Lights At Middlebrook

See, my breath is a paw print etched into the glass.
A watermark on the postcard of the I-35W bridge.
Spanning its brave, unbroken metal over the dark
Blue so far from where I stand. Scattering my calm
As the wind wraps about my arms—nicking my cheeks—
I feel nothing short of the lights that surround me.

My awe for the swift-keeping green and my shame
For the rage-keeping red are rocks in a river next
To my joy for the infinite pouring over blue edges
Of the bridge. Even myself fizzling over the rim
At this moment, the wires could snap. The map unfolds
For the sound of tongue icing over jutted lips.

 Do be careful of that bridge—lovely as it is, it has a
History. Tonight I wait for the shining bullet of a star
To splinter my infrastructure. Staring out from
The window of Middlebrook, weaving the river
Like a ribbon between my fingers and watching the
Bridge—O blue bridge—I wait for you to bend at the 
knees.