The Bridge Who Dreams Of Being A River Poem by RIC BASTASA

the bridge finally
confesses to the river

that in every surge of
the water below it

it experiences what human
males call an erection

it strengthens every
cable that runs inside it

the heavy clouds rain on it
and the sun scorches it with heat

every bridge confesses innocence
to this nonsense

the bridge after all is not what
it is, ...it is still going to be

not just a bridge but soon
when it collapses...a river too.