The Road Trip

July 2003

The car slips through the air on tires’ hum

searching anxiously for quietude
away from incessant noise of life.

Perfume of fresh-mown hay
borne by the thrum of air
flowing through windows
soaks olfactory passages.

The black road in undulating waves
ribbons between fields textured,
plowed straight and true;
terraces weave in counter movement.

Cows stand in silent silhouette against
green tree-lined rows of fence and stream
that border grass-field pastures.

The phantom car floats on
in search of what it cannot find

in quiet pastoral places
where rippling stream
and birds’ sweet calls beckon

but in anxiousness moves on

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