Beneath the Highway (2011)


At the height of a wild blizzard, my friends Sam and Natasha and I made a fugitive trek through knee-deep snow and spray painted four stenciled phrases onto the wall of a highway underpass.  The words were:



Palms in cup

Tree bark

The words were culled from a short and fragmentary verse of mine, but it was Natasha’s idea to throw them up beneath the bridge and give them legs thereby.



The bridge was demolished soon after as part of a highway relocation project (pictured above.)  Now, a snaking ribbon of grass-covered earth marks the course of the erstwhile super-roads, and the metallic drone.of a half century is strangely quiet.