i wrote a few
lines crossing the
deserted
williamsburg
bridge tuesday
night.

sept 11

going to visit
a friend in
williamsburg
i took the
opportunity
to cross the
bridge
where the cars
normally
can only
go.

it was very quiet
i could hear
sirens
in manhattan
behind me.

the light was
yellow
and a shiny
nectarine
had spilled out of
a
brown paper bag
in the gutter
ahead of me.

smoke of course
billowed out of
the tall buildings
behind
and ran parallel
to the bridge
arcing into
brooklyn
and down into
nothing.


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