Within
the solid steel -
a giant, thumping heart.
This sturdy Brooklyn overpass
has soul.
i love to sit under the brooklyn bridge & get frightened out of my wits by the train that rumbles right over your head - there's an awesome little public park right by the river where you can see a painter on any numbered day. good write, Lee, its nice to see someone use different styles on here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good use of the form. i could hear the traffic's thump.