Friday, August 16, 2013

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 
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.

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