Out Along 422 ~

It is no longer in use
the rusty bridge over a creek
on an old country road
not far from home.

Not many see it
wasting away quietly
just off the berm
of the new superhighway
as they go speeding by.

On autumn afternoons
it lies there outstretched
lazily fluffing leaves
the oak trees
have decked it out in.

At other times you see it
with knees cramped up
watching leaves fall
on shallow water  
that linger beneath it

floating in lagging circles
before reaching
in the bobbing current
just before the rocks.