Rainy Afternoon In Late September

Leaves on the trees outside my room 
Dance in the winds while automobiles rush by 
on an adjacent highwasy
Clouds block the sun 
I believe I can see the bridge from my window 
A massive structure standing proudly connecting the boroughs 
Many lives were lost as the structure was being built 
Man's creations rise up to challenge infinity
Our finite minds and hearts leave their mark on eternity 
Rain continues to fall outside my room 
Afternoon becomes night - night morphs into morning 
Moving, moving  - Therein lies our hope
We believe that there will always be another dawn 
   "One more chance"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Sweetheart Avatar
September 8, 2011 at 11:04 PM
lovely words Matthew.. wonderful visuals so vibrant and expressive my friend.. visualizing all in every line.. a moving piece about the lost lives on the bridge.. magnificent write ..one of your best luv..
Maverick Avatar
September 8, 2011 at 5:16 PM
Enjoyed the finite and infinite aspects of this Matthew..
Wesley Avatar
September 7, 2011 at 7:59 PM
Those structures just keep climbing higher. The city is so real in your verse and Your expressions give us country folk reason to be happy where we are. I enjoyed.
Delacroix Avatar
September 6, 2011 at 11:30 PM
We sure do, and it should be so. Well done, and very picturesque scene from your window. As you already know, I love your work! Thanks for sharing. Love and peace, Caroline.
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September 6, 2011 at 10:47 PM
ONe of your best ever, mixing in a little nature with man and city. This line was brilliant, my friend: Man's creations rise up to challenge infinity!
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