Zip Past

Earth's crammed with heaven,

And every common bush afire with God;

But only he who sees takes off his shoes;

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Along the white-striped highway

Cars and trucks 
Zip past,

East and west
Zip past,

While just there beside,

Blazing Stars, 

Like Fourth-of-July sparklers,

Fizzling and sizzling

With purple pizazz,

Shoot up 

(Surprise!) 

From the ditch grasses.

In plain view

Butterflies by the thousands 

Sip the sweet grape soda nectar

Cars zip past, 

Zip past,

Zip past,

And I like to think
Zip past

Zip past 
No one sees

 No one—zip past
But me.