A bridge between thoughts without pause, I drive at my ease observing a stretch of the road. The enumerate shadows of birds descend from lofty uprights like a smog. The superstructure's unchanging green is bullied on by traffic in abeyance that cannot be contained between green towers and tolls. Old paint flecked struts chip. Steel beams become undressed. Top forty hits are carried by a fervor of horns that whistle and laugh. The bridge regards old and young the same, entreating of each what good new thing the earth bestowed on them. It straddles escarpments abreast the Delaware and strips, reveling in its nakedness.
Sharing one of my favorite poems from my first collection, New Beaches. I’ve always loved some of the images and language in this one, hope you will too!
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