Thursday, September 11, 2014

west on highway 6









west on highway 6
along
fresh-mown road ditches
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?
thrum-thrum
it smells
of
green
the ageless green of this september day …
thrum-thrum


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