Everything is fine and the viewer
can offer willing suspension of disbelief.
Until the third act when the ballroom gown dress planners
get on the cycles, gunning for freedom.
Goodbye, Mr. Darcy, we need to breathe new air.
Have a cigar and don’t wait up.
A highway exists behind the backdrop, the magic of cinema
and the actor appearing kind, really a serpent.
JD DeHart’s writing has appeared in Eunoia Review and Eye On Life Magazine, among others. When he’s not writing, he teaches English.