Under The Shoal Creek Bridge
This is the busiest bridge in town.
Sit down by the water,
take off your shoes,
close your eyes and listen
to the quick ziii-zip
of compact cars,
the steady thruuuuum of
18-wheelers wheeling their
loads to wherever they are bound,
the slow krrr-clank-clank of
pickups towing trailers
high above your head.
Do not open your eyes
and you can pretend
this is not a road
but a sleeping giant,
snoring away while
the green water prowls by.
This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Oct 19, 2011
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