From Sea to Shining

A Road Trip poem from Gianna, which is nostalgic for me.

“We’re bound for mountains with just an old school Triptik;

for the majesty of grazing cows, the Eastern bluebird, the rhododendrons,

and once past Atlanta, fruited with drivers illegally texting,

we can just plain breathe.”

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