Thursday, April 2, 2009

Naming the Demons

Old bridge, steel
Propped on concrete
Rusted steel, yellowed concrete

I remember hard rain
On a line of automobiles
Slowly crossing the bridge

The river slowly
As it will, the Wabash
So long ago

The cars antique or disappeared
So long ago
The suffering I remember

1 comment:

James said...

lovely...

and congrats on yr new call!