In winter Heikki Lunta pounds the bridge.
The snow masks tall white towers and hides blue piers.
Hancock and Copper Harbor sleep to the north;
Marquette and Houghton hibernate to the south.
The ghost of the Copper Range Rail Road below,
the endless white of January above,
the heavy lift span sits at rest and in wait
to once again allow the ships to pass.
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