Isn't it beautiful?, she pointed from the car. Yes,
I replied. Too bad a highway runs through it.
The Lake of Two Mountains*, perhaps two sunken
peaks filled in with water, on either side of this road.
Hiking through the woods, we could always hear
the uneven banter of the thoroughfare, the I-93.
The Fells**. Perhaps named after they were bisected,
past tense and plural. The Fallen.
*Lac des Deux-Montagnes, Quebec
**The Middlesex Fells, Massachussetts