Monday, June 06, 2011

18th Summer



the sun bled onto tobacco fields
soil oozing heat to match the sky
tires rasped against the road
and the wind spoke of openness
of everything ahead

the sleepy world was pregnant
I reached out my hands
eager for the birth
but as the heat wiggled the distance
the miles unrolled more road ahead

6 comments:

Cloudia said...

balanced....

more or mere?



Aloha from Waikiki :)

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Shakespeare said...

Lovely images. The photo, too.

Lee said...

Makes me literally feel the heat and smell the asphalt.;)

Wild Rose said...

Lovely Jason :)

Erratic Thoughts said...

Nice pic and great images in there..:)

jason evans said...

Cloudia, that's a good question. It makes me think.

Shakespeare, I like trying to capture atmospheres in photos!

Lee, with something like this post, which was very real, I so want words to evoke as much of the experience as possible. So that's wonderful to hear!

Wild Rose, perhaps you have had such moments.

Erratic Thoughts, thank you!