Cartography #16 – The Great American
The Great American
Rain streaks from a blacktop sky on the asphalt
shingles of the covered bridge, the collaborative
Great American Novel scrawled in magic marker
on the triangle beams holding up the roof. One
day, someone decided the river was easier
to ford under shelter and over rotting wood. One
day, Megan stood across and called over to me.
I stepped into the water and waded over,
in canvas shoes and good slacks to be nearer
to her yellow hair and her eyes, set wide in a face
innocent and annoyed. Walking back on the covered
bridge, carrying sodden clothes, I dripped out one
long draft of that novel in river water.
All it read was ‘want.Like this piece? Click here to vote it to the top!