Richard Rawson

Bridge Repair At Night

Poem by Richard Rawson

Funneled from toll to span
by cones
flanks exposed
blinded by oncoming.

Leather-handed orthopods
in girder's gross anatomy
don't interrupt the flow.

Air-hammers jacked the artery
from the shore,
kept us in suspense.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 24, 2004

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