There was a ravine with a rain-choked creek,
water barreling down its cork-screwed spine.
When I paused on the bridge
to regard a twisted, rusted car hulk below,
the water muttered, I too am a way to escape.
The wreck pled, Dream me.
From: https://aqreview.org/adolescence/
Date: 2013
By: Courtney Queeney (1978- )
