Bridge Repair At Night - Poem by Richard Rawson
Funneled from toll to span
blinded by oncoming.
in girder's gross anatomy
don't interrupt the flow.
Air-hammers jacked the artery
from the shore,
kept us in suspense.
Comments about Bridge Repair At Night by Richard Rawson
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Read poems about / on: night
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You