Standing
at the cusp where Kemah
cups a bridge from cobbled concrete
in gradual rise
beginning its arc before me
I pier out on the able ocean and wade to the far away side
for a less obstructed view,
leaking crumbs for the homeless pigeons
all the while.
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2019
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