Pretty Bad
We stopped down by the bridge
and looked at the space where they used to be.
I remembered I saw a piece of trash fall, but not like trash.
Straight down, turning slowly, and then there was a leg
with a skirt flapping,
the skin of the back of my neck tightened,
and she disappeared behind something.
It was pretty bad, must have been bad
for people to decide better to leave than to stay.