Iron skeleton
spans the water.
Weeds sprout from ties,
rust eats its way under
flaking paint & over
rivet heads.
I remember the whistle's blow,
a long, long time ago.
Troubled Bridge [Free Verse]
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I want a bright Autumn --
brisk & clear.
I want a colorful Fall,
not one in which cold gray
blanches all brilliant shades.
I want a windy Autumn:
full of movement that
swirls & lifts anything
that's light enough.
I want an Autumn that
draws people outside,
not one that pens them.
I don't mind a bite of cold
as long as I can see white
clouds float through blue skies.
“I wouldn’t have done it that way, but that method has your name written all over it.”
Could be any or all of the above, plus camel, foot, or snowmobile — depending on the country, of course.
I can’t say how I’d take a cross-country trip without knowing which country it is that I’m crossing. Vatican City frowns on you driving a bus through it, Russia is too long to do entirely on cross-country skis, and one can’t transit Bolivia in a ferry.