Driving to a Waterfall

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We think the birds are singing,
but they laugh while we lie

in our beds, the world thumping
around us like four wheels

crossing a covered bridge built
to keep us safe from above and below.

Deep within the boarded up belly,
radios cut with a static hiss,

and the rain stops for two seconds
of sudden silence.

© Trapper Markelz 2020

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Husband. Father of four. Cyclist. Musician. Poet. Sci-fi enthusiast. Writes from Boston, MA.

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