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Douglas Tanoury Macarthur Bridge Rising above the river's waves In an inlay of light and shadow Each arch repeats A rhythmic beat The measured foot Of finely metered verse And I am a lone witness To the levitation of stone An illusion that floats weightless and light Like a baroque fugue Sandwiched unmoving somewhere between The constant motion of water and sky Spanning here to there Stretched out brightly white And slightly arched like the wings of a gull I have across it walking in the wet heat Of August afternoons That somehow never seemed to end Want to respond to this poem? Do it here! Return to Detroit Poems | |||||||||||||||||||
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