Main Street Bridge, Greensburg

by Jan Beatty

It’s not the elm and wild cherry
that rim the bridge on Main St, not

the double railroad tracks in the streambed,
the 30 ft boulders half-embedded in the massive

hillside—it’s the breeze you feel on the way up
the bridge walk, past the concrete and girders,

the tall chain-link. On a Monday at noon, you can
feel the whoosh of 10 trucks rolling past in

three minutes, the Mack hauling a front loader,
shaking the bottom as it rolls over Tunnel Street,

the independent contractors on the job: plumbers,
builders, pipe-haulers.


More of the poem to be added to Analog Scroll on the Main Street bridge soon… stay tuned!