Crossing at Dordrecht by Leonard M HawkesYes, it was archaic
Rolling a bike
In a three-inch slot
Up multiple flights
Of fake-stone steps;
The ceaseless slap
Of endless traffic
Passing from segment
To segment, thumping,
Thumping, thumping--
Gave the skeletal frame
A heart beat--
Menacing, urgent,
And climax no longer
A simple choice.
The Maas flickered
Rose and gold and gray--
The muted glimmer of
A haze-leached near-
White winter sun--
But the quadrangular
Monolith of the
Old Great Church
Pondered the Purpose
Of our Crossing.
01/08/2002 Posted on 01/08/2002 Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
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