Loose gravel used to give way to dirt under your tires
Just around the back county bend from the trestle there |
Don’t know whether the road’s still mud but
I’ll bet that old rust basket yet spans Big Creek |
All those criss-cross girders, once maybe gray
Brown and red now these so many years |
Twenty, even, since I walked it last
In my too-long West German army surplus coat I recall, |
Young, with my even younger friend Nick
Talking about how it would outlast us, that bridge. |
Nick now shows his art in France and NYC and Marfa, Texas
And some of the kids I taught English are out of college now (God help them) |
And maybe just maybe, in some ways, Nick and I,
We’re gonna outlive that bridge. |