Fragments

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

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