I take the scenic route, switchbacks, potholes
Where distance fails me, a few miles short of escape
Yellow lines divide freedom from catastrophes
Blue-grey blankets lie heavy in sapphire skies
Flaxen fields brush stroke my thoughts in gold
As roadside hawks circle to catch winds of grace
I succumb to the art of enlightenment
The blur of mile markers, dilemmas lost in transit
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http://dversepoets.com/2015/04/21/poetics-of-the-road/
We are writing octets (eight line poems) for dVerse. Some of us incorporated the theme of the road or travel.