They call this Cathedral Park
bu there's no cathedral, just the bridge--
the one the architect says he liked better than the Golden Gate.
And who am I to argue? There's no stained glass
but it'll serve as our cathedral, with its pointed Gothic arches
and the deck, a leap of faith suspended
from cobweb cables. And narrow lanes. When you cross that bridge,
believe me, you are close to God.
The far shore rises up like a solid wall of forest green.
Somewhere there's a ramp that'll get you down to Highway 30
but you have to have faith
and take that corner slow.
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
St. Johns Bridge
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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Sometimes that's all it takes is a leap of faith. Have a nice day.
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