While Driving to the Airport
by Beau Cameron
by Beau Cameron
The light shifted
Across Bethany Lane
Providing the illusion
The bridge had collapsed
Vines hike up the brick
Finding handholds in cracked stone
As if trying to bring it down
“Timber!” They call.
The bridge stays upright.
Perhaps the streetlights hold
The dreams of ivy overgrown
They cannot tell them to passing cars
So the light
In its kindness
Projects visions onto our windshields
And in the viewing screen
We watch Bethany Lane
Fall.
Across Bethany Lane
Providing the illusion
The bridge had collapsed
Vines hike up the brick
Finding handholds in cracked stone
As if trying to bring it down
“Timber!” They call.
The bridge stays upright.
Perhaps the streetlights hold
The dreams of ivy overgrown
They cannot tell them to passing cars
So the light
In its kindness
Projects visions onto our windshields
And in the viewing screen
We watch Bethany Lane
Fall.
Beau Cameron is ___________
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