A bridge I saw once at dusk.
The dusky sunlight shown on the gleaming gray metal
Could just barely see the lights blinking at the tops of the supports
The bridge mirrored in the lavender and purple water’s reflection
The sky back-dropped it in purple, violet, and lavender hues
The sun sank lower in the evening sky and changes began to take place
Lights flickered on inside the causeway, emerald and sea green
Venus became visible, while violet at the horizon became more pronounced
City lights came on little by little to paint a tapestry back-drop
The lights began to dance on the water as it stirred
Then the warm air came in contact with the cold water . . .
Fog obscured the perfect view. . .
Palestrya 03/27/11
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