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John Hayes
Poems
Dec 2020
Thursday at the Bridge
"A 60 year old drunk",
the bus driver who dialed 911 called him.
At that point the Youghiogheny is deep enough for a boat livery.
Over an empty, riverside park, the sky is overcaste.
I tighten my coat and pull up the collar.
Firemen stand on the shore, hands in their pockets.
A fire truck, a van, a long-hooked pole, and a stretcher wait.
A boat trolls under the bridge. One man holds a line.
Down a hill at the end of a street,
below the City of Mckeesport,
at a 50 feet leap,
a homeless man inhaled the polluted water.
He may have heard his own cry,
but not the bridge traffic, the laughing school boys crossing,
or the white goose honking,
above his last jump.
I watch the boat a long time,
then walk to my car with inconclusive thoughts,
respecting what I hadn’t seen,
aflop like a rag doll in cold, dark water,
unknowing fish eyes passing,
maybe a friend somewhere unaware of the event
under the bridge that hovers over the river.
Written by
John Hayes
78/M/Pittsburgh, PA
(78/M/Pittsburgh, PA)
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