While driving along a rural road

Grounded Flight

Shadows spill across the road
as if trees have overturned
Dappling in the sunlight
a flickering strobe

I progress with humming speed
a willing wheel obeys my touch
The glass before my face glares
bright, then quickly dims again

It is warm; it is cool
It is mid-day, then nearly night
Scenery changes with its mood,
as I travel a grounded flight

Published August 31, 2010 Write a comment
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oldchampagnelady
thanks so much Lisa
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