Bridge # 4

2016-03-14 21.10.28 HDR-2
**inspired by Cometbus’ poem of ‘3 bridges’ in his book The Last Supper

Biking beside the Mississippi

on pavement

now dirt

now potholes

I stop at the joint

of two railroad tracks meeting

in the train yard next to some factory.

 

I could be a real punk

skulking around the city

at night alone,

except I’m a lady

and I’m wearing North Face gear.

 

A glowing blue bridge

spurs up above me sprouting

a highway of cars,

bleeding traffic noise

into the dripping air.

 

I don’t know how I got here

except that my bike’s headlight

has recently lost her charge.

 

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