obsolete

The highway blurs

and the windows are a shield

as the trees race by

past the front seat

gliding through the gateway into the night.

passing by crumbled leaves near the rusting rail

to blossoming petals in the field

the land is quiet amiss

the banter and pain.

——-

The road has just begun

fueled by the rising spring air

and gravitating earth.

Doors are open

to let in the bygone

facilitating the relics of the present

and trust of the heart.

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