Ode to the Bay Bridge ... 24 March 08As morning dawns, you rise from gloomy mist,Your steely towers soar into the sky. The lines of cages idle, getting pissed, While motorcycles swiftly swoop on by. A mighty fortress, gateway to the west, Where thirteen speeding lanes merge into five, Inspires awe at what might lie beyond. At least for those who reach the span alive. O, noble span! How pond'rous is your heft! Aloft, the views seduce the wand'ring eye. Until a phoning driver, drifting left, Reminds me: pay attention, lest you die. I honk and split and hear my mind's refrain: Tomorrow I will do this all again. |