Bay Bridge

Every time
I cross the bay bridge
I panic a little.

So I eat a banana
In case
Of the event

I have to swim.
Now I notice
The left arms

Of the other drivers
So close
I could grab

The hairs right off
The dark ones,
Or pull

The liver splotches
Off the paper ones.
The stiff-armed!

The stiff-armed are good
For hanging onto
In a pinch.

Then I consider
The naked,
Free-floating arm

Tapping out
A message
Like a rope

Thrown out
To those drowning
On the bridge.

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2 thoughts on “Bay Bridge

    1. I recently had the privilege of driving across Oakland’s brand new bay bridge. Wish I would have gotten a picture of this less iconic structure. It looked like a giant-sized stringed instrument or harp.

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