extra guy

i’ve seen plenty pink 6pm skies

backlighting brick facades 

west texas, hartford connecticut 

unionville to the grand union

the winooski or the farmington

brazos or potomac 

laughing river neath my feet

while i stood and watched 
on bridge suspended

as though i belonged above in town 

plenty, too many last moments

nothing left to do

gone in the cloud

but bound to the ground

remaining, resigned to play that extra guy

when we all knew 

it was just game over