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Road story

Posted to Poetry




A genius drove through the country,
open windows to sense the essence
of air on his skin

The mind realized that cities
shed in the magnitude of mountains,
capturing his speed,
the whole being...

Stopping, he took the picture
from his pocket, and drew
a landscape on the face

The hills stared at him through
a pair of blue eyes and dry
sand mixed with wetted lips

The wings of a vulture
provided beat to the cello,
playing through the speakers
of the dusted vehicle

rising heat, cloaked in
yellow visions of nostalgia,
strikes its opponent with
the swiftness of a carrion bird
chewing away the sweat-drenched flesh,
preserved and salty

No mind can save the man doomed
to enjoy the love in life...