Tuesday, January 10, 2012

underpass

i was driving under
neath a ghost colored and concrete
bridge and thought about your bones,
the wide nature of your sternum; the
long and flat structure of your body, a
symmetry,

(a structure that often enters my mind
when driving under unmovable formations)

i could see how the overpass was supported
with massive round and hollow tubes, stretching
what seemed infinity for my eyes and imagined my
car stuck to the side, crawling, tire-by-tire up
the stone mass, comfort
-ably, resting on top.

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