bridges

maybe some of the difference is
what it spans: water drawn
seduced if you will and regurgitated

in a horrendous flirt that the moon
makes us, because it's the moon
and it can, succumb to or turn

our back on but unwittingly.  Hart
Crane's Brooklyn Bridge swallowed
him the way he always wanted

to be swallowed the way he always
wanted to swallow.  And Oppen's
Golden Gate, the famous cables

of each knitted by hand and dropped
and drawn and quartering
the sky, if you look up, and cutting

the water if you look down,
if you fancy yourself, if you don't,
falling and falling.