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The Road Trip

"Within the fog the distant mountains strain
bruised in shades of lavender and forest green
Each angle decomposing in the rain.''

Ascending the car moans as if in pain,
while down below the village is serene.
"Within the fog the distant mountains strain."

Our journey in pure darkness seems in vain
surrounded by a blanket…road unseen
"each angle decomposing in the rain."

These hillsides have a heart and have a brain
operating like a natural machine.
"Within the fog the distant mountains strain."

Next time we will not drive but take the train
these mountains can be evil and so mean
"each angel decomposing in the rain."

The weather never does relent and wane
instead becomes more lavish for the scene.
"Within the fog the distant mountains strain
each angle decomposing in the rain."

5/10/2021
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