Over A Short Bridge, I Drove. Poem by erbana ...

1.
over a short bridge, i drove.
all pigeons in row
staring out into the distance.

i turned to look at what they were watching
and saw the most amazing yellow and black sunset
full of shadows and depth
and one little silver stream down the middle.

it was quite a site to watch the birds enjoy such beauty
(unbothered by such zooming traffic all around.)


2.
over a long bridge, i drove
two porsches in a row
people staring in at them in amazement.

i turned to assess the damage
and saw behind them the most beautifully dim-lit sunset
full of dull grays and rolling hills
and a never ending top that the sky could not even define.

it was quite a sight to watch people miss such a beauty
(so bothered by the traffic wizzing by them.)