grass
dry, tan and tall
brown fronds dancing
weaving back and forth
in the wind of
northern lakes climate
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492.4
492.5
tenths on posts
racing by
miles on miles
vines climbing in rows
too early for grapes
buds weaving
through their lines
I-beams en masse
on piers
diagonally horizontal
bridging here
from somewhere to
somewhere else
powerful
metal giants
towering over terrain
wired one to another
marching to the horizon
trees
wanting to be green
ready to try
branches reaching
buds opening
clack, clack, clack
pavement seams
visible
audible
sumac buds
on bare branches
almost fuzzy
concrete
striated
wheels buzzing
humming
vertical lines in
horizontal progression
post after post after post
fences defining fields
needless of definition
south, then southwest
greener
brilliant green on
rich brown
rows on rows
on rows
gray, with
red, white
paint traces on
weathered wood
corrugated roof
ivy woven across
empty silos
mid-west
green on green
flowering fields
lattices
rising, towering
from cell
to cell
alive with voices
text
information
clouds
thick, gray
ill defined
to the horizon
and beyond
beads, then spatter
directional
road spray
streaming
obscuring
wipe, clear
spatter stream
grazing en masse
massive on four legs
across a field
meadow, pasture
taillights
red, round
diagonal glow
headlights
starred, flared
diffused by rain
panels
horizontal seal
lifting, parting
greeting
garage
home
Driving from Western New York to Missouri, patterns on patterns.
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I saw your journey !
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I’m am currently cutting a path from Vermont to Missouri…I love the progression of scenery you paint with your words!
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Thank you.
Snow tried falling in Buffalo, for a few brief seconds over the weekend.
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As it did in Vermont…sigh. The contrast of green to white with a little yellow and purple sneaking through is a sight in and of itself!
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rhythm of the road…(K)
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And it’s different every time.
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The repetition and rhythm of this, and even the changing shapes of the stanzas, absolutely give this the feel of traveling down the highway, landscapes melting by.
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This trip was interesting, in contrast to my two January trips to/from Buffalo. Of course, there was the lack of greenery and the absence of white-outs, but having a traveling companion seemed to make me see things in a different way, as well as having someone to point out sights I might have missed.
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I liked the rhythm of this–like a car journey–and the changing scenery that you’d see from the window.
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While reminding myself, “Keep your eyes on the road!”
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Yes–good idea! (Unless you have a driver or automatic car.) 🙂
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