An Ode to the Glenn Jackson Bridge
by Ben King
Portland, OR
How I love you, Glenn, when my soft black wheels caress your hard gray body. Leading me back to a perfect city and a perfect bliss. Watching as planes fly over your head, carrying businessmen to their destinations, preparing for meetings on days ahead. When I stretch my arms across your four wide lanes, all the tension we had melts away. The tension of another day, a slow visit, work to be done with no one to do it. I begin to think of the head and the pillow, the perfect cat and mouse, while my wheels and your body sing me a dull lullaby. And before I know it I’m home and off to sleep.
Goodnight, Glenn.
