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The Clouds, A Highway...and Joni
by
Fred Bubbers
Beneath those feather canyons and ice
cream castles
A road twists north through the scent of pines and the songs of early
crickets
Up and down and around the green hills and purple valleys
Passing on the right, the rusted, vine covered sign promises
“Air Conditioned Rooms”, “Vacancy”, “Cable TV” and Triple-A
Nature confirms her ancient reservation
At the bottom of a hill, the road bends over a stream
Dancing dizzy, foaming white in amber swirls
Creeping away from the sun, returning only when we are gone
A moment can neither be framed nor hung
But in the memory of the senses
And in dreams and visions it endures
An angel voice fluttering away in the wind
The sun, gold and low on your shoulder
The warmth of your hand closing over mine.
BIO: Fred Bubbers' s short stories, poems, and essays have appeared in Cantaraville, Word Riot, The Oregon Literary Review, Lily, Green Silk Journal, The Square Table, and Loch Raven Review.
MOTIVATION: A drive through the Adirondacks.
Image by: leovdworp
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