Creative Edge by Amy

Creative Poetry

Creative Poetry

“Brooklyn Bridge as gravity”

“way out; way in; romantic passageway
first seen by the eye of the mind
then by the eye.” – Marianne Moore

It was the first time I ate lunch alone
and didn’t care
sitting on a faded wooden bench
eyes to the gray East river

I looked out and across
my gaze riding along those grandiose nostrils
those heavy brown legs of
familiar permanent transit

I remember walking across its center
its wooden planks
and looking through to the water
as my legs tightened

A space between that pulls you in over and through

I sat with it
like an old friend who has been good to me

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This entry was posted on June 24, 2014 by .


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