To the Golden Gate Bridge.

Author:Moran, Moore
Position:Poem
 
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To the Golden Gate Bridge In 1942 when I was ten and you were five, we got together Sundays as I'd head north to military school, flagging the Greyhound down. Those were not fun days: Mother, broken by life, had left the scene; Pearl had called father to a four-year fight. My scruffy boots, the tell-all uniform, spotted and rank-less, put on view the fright. I was at fifth-grade soldiering. Then I heard through open windows how you'd worked it out-- towers in the wind, singing above the sea, anthems of self-belief...

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