Riding along the open road
as it bends, rises, and falls
Watching the wind push fields of grass
back and forth from short to tall
I watched a bird
paint the top of a tree green
He injected colors with his beak
Just like a needle
connects heroin to a dope fiend
My eyes now scanning the panorama
from up and down
to left and right
The clouds pulsating like a heartbeat
as they carousel around the broken sunlight
Copyright © 2012 Christopher Lynn Lane
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