two bridges only went down in the fire my architectural catalogue was largely unscathed--the ones with the most foot traffic these days standing tall still but two went down.
first my most recent design. in the city I just left it stood alone and imposing and gray weather beaten in so few months and weak--not my best work, though I gave it everything when it was commissioned. I thought it might crumble some day.
one other was lost--the first tall one that I'd built and the first unexpectedly beautiful ornate thing I was ever proud of. I hadn't been back in years when I got the call. no one-last-photo of its sunset or one-last-drive across its bumpy surface. just a clearer view to the skyline --takes longer to reach now, the traffic on 95 is a real *****.
years since I'd been back but I wasn't quite finished, not forever
I wrote this half-asleep and it's not my best metaphor