Bridge at Rio Vista
The bridge stands low
over the swollen
Sacramento,
black water,
rushing to
darker seas,
hypo-thermal,
sucking breath
from the fallen,
the overboard,
the suicide.
Its sturdy stanchions,
hold fast,
give refuge
from the maelstrom,
a way across
or a place
to jump.
poem by Steven Federle
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