Adolescence by Courtney Queeney

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- )

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