Across the Brooklyn Bridge
Walking the crest this rich warm Manhattan midnight,
the world's wavering mirage is seen—
Plates of moonlight froth on the East River below,
Greengold lights of the intrepid steel Gotham awaiting,
rat tat tat
the pneumatic hammers of the red vest union Jack’s
Astride the moving link
Of headlights on the drone roadway beneath—
All of the temporal plane with its movable Orange traffic cones
Hazard flash of public work trucks
Lined on the rail
How far the Verrazano cable glints on the Jersey shore,
Roar of motorcycle unseen,
Flip-flop chip clop
padding the big city bridge
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