Canoe Trip Poem by Eye Spy

Canoe Trip

Today,
We pitched a tent
On the off-ramp
Of the highway that
Dissected downtown.
Vehicles gawked,
Glowing,
At what?
Surely, this is a protest.
Of what?
I do not know.
Tomorrow,
We will portage
To the on-ramp.
Vehicles will honk,
Slowing.
Tomorrow,
We will be understood.
Today,
We camp.

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