Damn Paint Truck
hasty journey south
tombstone circle k
wade through
wanna be cowboys
and rv queens
to check out counter
and zip
outta the parking lot
onto the open road
only to be
cut off
by a paint truck
laying lines
really?
crawling
down the highway
slower than a snail
no way to get back home
now
slow motion
anesthesia fade
kicking in
paint truck procession
will it ever end
finally
interstate cruising
and bless my soul
heart of saguaro forest
rising out of an arroyo
red, orange
violet streaked glow
mountain silhouette
thick stately grove
of slender giants
ordered rows
like teeth of black comb
marching over mountains
straight into eternity
against a sky
that steals
every color
horizon bathed
In deep rich
tangerine gold
purple, crimson
streaks bleeding out
stretching wide
thinning
like long tentacle tips
tenderly tickling
mountains
hovering barely above
psychedelic gynormous
octopus
breath taking
Arizona awe
damn paint truck
almost missed it
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2022
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