We crest a ridge and see the road give way
to traffic stopped until it meets the sky
We'd been en route since early in the day
but now we might not make it if we try
We drum the dashboard, roll the windows down
...and up, and down, until our elbows ache
We didn't know how far it was to town
but thought we'd rather jump into a lake
and wait until the road had given in
and swallowed all the idling engines whole
along with dust, and sun-loosed tar and skin
instead of eating quarters at the toll
But since we wouldn't pass a pond for hours
we point our instamatics at the flowers