Bridge to Nowhere

This entry is part 1 of 37 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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12 Replies to “Bridge to Nowhere”

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

  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.

  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

  4. 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.

    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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