Poem by Ryan Quinn Flanagan:Viaduct

brown concrete bridge over river under blue sky during daytime

Image from Unsplash by Maksym Kaharlytskyi (c)

Viaduct

Trussed and arched in metal middling, 
cacophony quadrille backs lost to dance, 
that's how I see this viaduct, connecting tissues 
for the living hotspot land, toot-toot trains from  
one side to the other like shifting allegiances, 
a feverish human metronome; somehow woefully  
intransitive, those boorish columns of steel tearing  
the milk right out the sky and those jitterbugs of  
prestressed concrete pulled forth from a  
dying mason's once-sturdy hand.


Bio: Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage.  His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Setu, Monterey Poetry Review, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review. 

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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