Arrival


Arrival

I long to escape local scenery

Mountainous high-rises, condo beehives

Cringe-worthy lives squarely compartmentalized

Glassy illusions of life

I long for nature’s bucolic beauty

rolling hills, sky-high trees, misty breezes

along sunny speckled creeks

I long to escape behind the wheel

and watch nature rush past in verdant rows

I close my eyes escaping towering high-rises

the wheel vibrating beneath my palm

 the wind tickling my ear and brushing my face

as nature swims toward a cerebral destination

arriving at a greener hallucination

Copyright 2017 by E. Denise Billups

Photo: Courtesy of Ales Krivec

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