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.

One clump of flowers has the power
To lure the eye’s focus.
The background blurs as mind infers
Which hue shall be the locus.