WA-27, US-195

Hills like the sea, and
Big shadow-casting clouds
Keep the scenery interesting.
You’re snapping the Kodak
In the back seat
While the music blares
And we all sing along.
Blue pine mountains
In the distance,
Laced with still unmelted snow,
Peak just beyond the brown-green hills
We’re weaving through,
Bumping along the highway North in
A bright red Cherokee.
“Loneliness swallowed whole by beauty”
I scribble briefly in my notebook,
And the car fills with a cheerful vibrant scent
As you peel an orange in one twist.

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