Bridge to Nowhere

This entry is part 1 of 38 in the series Bridge to Nowhere: poems at mid-life

bridge to nowhere

Bridge to nowhere:
tree roots dangle
into the abyss

Teens spray-paint the year
they hope to graduate
then huff the rest

A friend says:
there is no way to the father
but through the highway

A gay prostitute
stands in the river & flashes
passing trucks

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  1. Thanks to frequent VN commenter Bill Knight for the quote in the third stanza (a response to my Morning Porch post on Facebook).

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  2. The second stanza is striking.

    And amen to stanza three! At least, I wish I were far enough along that highway to know what I was talking about.

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  3. A favorite, rediscovered in a new Adirondacks book:
    “In June, as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them: – Aldo Leopold on orchids

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  4. I liked this: “A gay prostitute / stands in the river”

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  5. I like the way each of these images play together, the way I can sense several different meanings of ‘bridge’ in each of them. And the picture is beautiful.

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    1. Thanks. It’s probably useful for me to do these kinds of exercises in which the connections between stanzas aren’t explicitly spelled out. Helps to combat my natural tendency toward didacticism.

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  6. tough little poem that knows where it’s going

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    1. I’m trying, but you know, now that I’ve declared it a series, it ain’t as easy! Writing more bestiary poems is actually a higher priority, but…

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