A rare sight
In the cloud’s hazy light
Which scatters down
The mountainside

Obscuring its tallest peaks
And making the base
Seem impossibly steep

Glittering wet
Blackberry vines
On the side
Of the freeway

Grey all around
Rain like stars

We could be
Driving on a
Nebula highway

With no point
Of reference
But the road
And the trees

Sitting passenger
Java chip frap with
A shot of peppermint
In my hands

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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