i was asked a couple of weeks,
ago if i looked out for the lorries,
would i describe.
no, not any more.
yet, the bridge is small and narrow,
seems room for two to pass.
looked up, saw everyone watching
the big blue lorry stuck. still.
time passed, onlookers lost interest,
while gradually the lorry moved.
left the bridge. a coach came next.
a narrow bridge. there is another