the bridge went up again

the bridge went up again.

a sailboat with one person on it stopped a thousand cars.

the person on the sailboat was not waving.

the person on the sailboat looked, frankly, embarrassed.

in the eighth car back a baby was crying.

in the ninth car back a man was eating a cold biscuit and accepting his life.

in the tenth car back somebody was on a conference call pretending to be in a quiet room.

nobody was wrong.

nobody was happy.

the bridge came down eventually, the way most things do.