030111b Empty Parallel Bars Poem by Manonton Dalan

two parallel bars lining an open space
half buried in growth, too shiny to miss
screeching sound of rolling cargo weights
last for hours; patients could be breach
yet locals are use to; just passing moment
longer than a strong cup full of wild coffee

today i can see all the way to sunrise, empty
i'm wondering what could have happened
it isn't sunday nor saturday but bright monday
on other side long lines of various lovely cars
just washed by all night long thunderous rain
think not that bridge not far from here; gave in