She lifts her torch to me. I do not return the favor.
I’m too busy, stretching across the Bay. Bearing the Golden Gate from which they named me.
Offering a way in, a way out, a way across.
A way through.
There is always a way.
choppy water
as the micro climate ends
the moon
We’re building bridges for dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics.
The pub is open! Come join us!
My pleasure, Frank.
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The engineering that goes into the construction of such suspension bridges truly boggles my non-mathematical mind! ๐คฃ
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Thanks, Rog! The bridge was a beauty, that’s for sure!
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It was a novel in verse “The Golden Gate” by Vikram Seth that inspired me to write poetry. So well said! Thanks for joining in, Frank.
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Gorgeous haiku, Frank!
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Frank J. Tassone-American Haijin by Frank J. Tassone is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0
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