(005) Revelation: Brooklyn Bridge (Cinquain) Poem by Leeanndra O'Lear

good use of the form. i could hear the traffic's thump.

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.