Marvin Lurie

The Baseline Road Bridge Was Washed Away

The river is a short stone's-throw across here.
It runs clear in sunlight.
You can see concrete rubble from the piers.
Rust marks where iron struts melted away,
trail streamers of green algae.
Cement in the fragments is washing out,
smoothing the edges,
releasing sand and gravel into the river bed.

Stand here in the afternoon. 
The current will lull you.
The air will waver with swarms of midges.
The sun will set over the willows,
lining the road across the river,
coloring the leaves golden.

If you want to go there,
you will have to find another way.

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