Year: 
2012
what lurks in shadows beneath the bridge
where hideous serpents hide from pastel lights
we travel beneath the sky on roads of blue
but 29 tons is heavy too
and 33 tons I cannot stop
this limit pressing down
so heavy I fall to darkened ground
among the serpents that lie around

this is nature
this is creepy
summer’s day has darkened
the creeks, the edges
of creeks without water
and water lacking inspiration

I pass the hanging trees with mossy tentacles
approaching the pink electric blood that rises from mountain mists
but where are we?
I’m lost in a southern town
so can we...
is it...
29 tons to weigh me down




Note: Written to the dVersePoets prompt on 3/3/12. Specifically in response to Walter Smith's  "Bridge."