The Straits of Mackinac
Will not cow to engineers,
Or promise that ice will never
Coalesce on towers and cables,
Loose in spring, closing the roadbed below.
Once we thought there was an easy way north:
Thick coat. Thin knife. Maps. Wind-proof matches.
Now we know how bridges get built.
You have to humble yourself.
Give your maps to the lake.
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