Outside My Window

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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