Brooklyn Bridge

Sybil and I were sitting in traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge, and Sybil asked the
poet who sat in the backseat of a taxi cab to write a poem for her.
They asked Sybil, “Is Daniel more like a moon or a tree?”
She said, “no.” She reminds me of the Brooklyn Bridge; there is so much
traffic today.”
But, I did have time to watch boats on the river.