The Ohio River Bridge at Owensboro

If the sky were to come home
right on top of the city,
what would the bridge do?

If the woman in the black coat
were to hurry across the blue bridge,
what would the bridge do?

If the river were to lay its islands
right at the bridge's feet,
what would the bridge do?

It would stand there letting the sky rest,
holding the woman in a blue caress,
brooding over green islands caught in the current's nest.

Copyright © 2004 Joe Survant All rights reserved
from Fresh Water: Poems From the Rivers, Lakes, and Streams
Pudding House Publications
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission