Arielle, my trusty Mercian Audax, took me to the site of some mysterious structures. How they got there, we weren't told.
How long had they stood? How long would they have stood
had we not gone there to hold them up?
Once we knew they'd stay up, we exited, Bill and I, across the bridge of George
into the clouds
over hill and dale
and back to the city, shining city.
And, no we weren't doping:
All of the photos--except the ones with Bill--were taken by Bill.