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Jul 2019
Amber liquid
ripples
in the blown glass globe

a top a pump
somewhere
outside of Oklahoma City

a roadster sedan
or wagon
topping off their tank

before
continuing to the coast

sunย ย sand

ocean spray

and good old fashioned
California fun

the routeย ย chosen

a simian crease

though now
broken in many places
can still be connected

if one just
closes their eyes
and opens their mind

and journeys again
toward the ever constant light
Written by
Whit Howland
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