A “Bridges” poem An ode to the Golden Gate Bridge “International Orange” its famed vivid hue; Visible through thick fog; bold against vast skies blue; Bay to ocean… In earthquakes and strong winds it vibrates flexibly; This great, sturdy marvel, hanging nimbly… Made for motion. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #163 This “bridges” poem was … Continue reading Orange hue, or: Hanging nimbly