Ancient covered wooden bridge
spanning across running creek
flowing coolly over feet
Driving on a turnpike in east Kansas, coming up on a bridge, I stopped staring at the road for a sec, and looked up to the right to view the horizon
but only saw the crenelated walls of a huge, white castle!
Frantically thought I was sleep-driving until realizing that a long motionless train with all white cargo containers had stopped on the tracks heading somewhere on the other side of the bridge.
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West of Wichita, large, brown, mud barnacles
form close together along the outer sides of bridges
with dark open mouths facing traffic
No ocean waves lap or plunge around the bridges
just the constant surge of wind, dust, exhaust, rain
Clustered birds’ nests, glued to the cement
sheltered from the elements
Land versions of the real creatures
attached to beach rocks, piers, and ship bottoms
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