Friday, September 10, 2021

west on highway 6









west on highway 6
along
fresh-mown road ditches where wild 
goldenrod fields pierce cardamon daydreams
to
the
thrum-thrum of tires on crappy pavement baked in midwestern sun at 91 degrees

these dog days of summer will likely head-butt
into a near morning's early frost
silvering threads of conversation & memories
buried six inches & 12 months deep in soil
the color
of
coffee grounds 
& honeyed cigar smoke 

thrum-thrum

sunflower towers catch dragonflies & remorse

petaled mile-markers randomly blown from Orion's belt

what design do they illuminate
what trail of illusion
where does regret lie 

thrum-thrum

it smells
of
green

this ageless september day 

thrum-thrum


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