June Port Bridge

he walked along the side of the road.

head held down.

he watched a truck drive by.

with arkansas license plates.

he passed the june port bridge.

and threw a stone.

down towards the water.

he looked into the sky.

where the power lines had made their escape.

in a town with only one road.

it's hard to complain.

it just stays the same.

so hard to find.

so hard to find a way out