Grandmother crosses
the suspension bridge
she is seven years old
in the process
of eliminating
errands
she watches amazed
as the loaf of bread
she has carried
from the american side
slips from her hands
somersaults gently
to the rapids below
light
as and angel's gold brick
eighty years later
the streetcars passing
on mainstreet
will bring to her mind
this bump of
rubber wheels
on wooden planks
as she rides her tricycle
thinking of home
