Hanging around
on the Bridge,
Gleefully I
watch all of
you...
Out there,
some of you
row backward
Or pick
mussels off
the buoys;
Some clutch
the rudders of
barges
Or catch the
ropes on the
dock,
And the birds
in flight,
like poems,
And the
glittering
fish;
Then the
ferryboats and
floats,
Clouds
drifting in
the air,
Tugboats with
funnels
lowered
Glide quickly
under the
Bridge;
Over there,
the whistles
blow,
-<* I watch the
smoke curl up
and go.
But all of
you, all of
you...
Struggle to
make ends
meet.
Am I the only
one who has
fun?
Never mind,
maybe some day
I'll write a
poem about all
of you,
Make a couple
of bucks
And get
something to
eat.
