A blur of fenceposts
and wildflowers,
miles of mesquite
and blooming cactus,
fields in every hue of grass —
lime, forrest, and deepening
into a far blue-green sea,
a hill rolling like a wave
into the cloud-lined
horizon, and while
I look forward to arriving
at our weekend
destination, I find
such a distilled peace
in the journey,
each frame a story
I tuck into the folds
in the holding place
of memory.
—C.L. Fisher, June 2021
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