It's not a very good villanelle, but one that came to mind when I turned down a different block during an evening spring walk and came upon a covered bridge I never knew existed.
While walking on a road she’d never been
In dusty, plastic, brown two-dollar shoes
She saw a bridge she’d never before seen.
She’d gone out for a walk that evening, then
As bits of sky turned black and stirred to brew
She saw a bridge she’d never before seen.
While walking on a road she’d never been
Avoiding things she didn’t want to do
She stopped and stared at what appeared between
Her mind and memory, arching a ravine
With railroad tracks that met and split in two.
She saw a bridge she’d never before seen.
While walking on a road she’d never been
She stopped to ponder whether to go through
As thunder flared and and wind blew by in skeins.
While walking on a road she’d never been
She saw a bridge she’d never before seen.
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