A Moment

Written by Jack Andrew Cribb

Wheels turn and the road moves below,
underneath the midday tangerine harp strings and
between the black coffee dashboard pine forest scent,
a red mountain sits and watches,
a thrust builds nests for its coming young,
and I am touched by how eternal
a moment can be.

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