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11/12/2021 4:13:33 PM

John Roth
Posts: 5
Pulled from the deep
recessesof virtual memory.
A sunny day on the pleasant drive
over the beautiful hills of rural route twenty.
Surrounded by a blanketof rising lush green mounds
as far as the eye can see, thepassing leaves blurring colors.
The sharp white rectanglesin the center blend together as one.
Perfectly quiet & peaceful in the oh-two impala with the dull hum
of combustion stowed in the background, the blissful rhythmso sublime.
The other carsperfectly paced & spaced in their lanes as we take in the serenity.
The sun begins tosmile down on the scene as the puffy white clouds slowly pass by in the brightblue sky.
Everythingis brighter as the impala climbs another hill, squinting to the crest,
the view reveals a thrill unlike the rest. Soaring above the road withthe cars of
different colorsmoving as one alongside the dotted white lines of the pavement
in the sun. At a distance now, things seem still.They
present their colors at will- displaying pink, green,
cream and brown, creating different flavors of
happiness. Their shape all so similar, pattern all
so familiar, watching as giant flat bottom ice cream
cones of different flavors travel up the road,
the smiling sun bright and warm, now sporting a
pair of shades- tranquil and surreal is this scene...
I wake up and laugh as it was all just a dream.
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