Tag Archives: bridge
Timing Still Is
If she rushes, she can reach the farmers market before metal saw horses get collapsed, planks loaded onto the truck, leftover watermelon rolled away. If she slows down, she might catch a note or two trapped inside clouds from last … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Listening to “Sandusky”
I must learn how to describe each tiny movement from solid green to a yellow brushed with red breaking into orange without these blocks of language. I turn up the volume when this instrumental plays—sweet guitar sings vocal lines, the … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Scratch (Day 2,426)
Graffiti isn’t graffiti unless she calls it. On an old water tower crowning an abandoned grain mill— perhaps. “Erin I love you” attaching itself to the “and then it got very cool” end of Ashbery’s poem on a pedestrian bridge—definitely. … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
This Time Dublin
One of those downpours, it falls hard and fast and is gone before city gulls reach the south quays. No rainbow. Wrong time of day. The smallest of Calatrava’s bridges, a steel white winged bird poised to take flight over … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
