On the bridge

 

On one side, 

it looked to me like ducks taking a bath.

They’d duck their heads under water,

then shake all over with their wings.

I looked away, nearly embarrassed. 

And then on the other side

I saw what looked to be

a giant yellow crane

rolling by on about a dozen

huge rubber tires on each side
of the crane.

I mean, has the whole world gone mad,

Michael? Has the whole world finally

gone mad?