Sunday, February 15, 2015

The Bridge

The Bridge

The bridge spanned a river
you could see the roads 
leading up to it
spiderlike, the approaches
ran through marshes
and landfill.

To ride 
to wait 
for a way to cross
was no better than prayer
if you couldn't drive.

And yet, drawn up
so innocuously
as to be seen
from one angle only
was a boat
that could be sped
with one tall oar
if you were willing
to use one arm
and float backwards.

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