Huguenot Bridge Commute
Close enough to the bridge
to smell riverbank peat, feel damp
growth lush from last night's rain,
the line of cars blinks red-eyed
at the early morning traffic jam.
A helicopter shadow passes over
warning those who come by here to turn
and not look back, go to work another way.
The lights stretch as far behind as in front
inching closer, gears grinding, slow
gods not listening to angels.
Richmond, Virginia
7:22 AM August 29
Shann Palmer
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