Driving to Pittsburgh

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Driving to Pittsburgh

10/25/01

The sky looked sewn
pulled and tucked
strewn with blues of a hundred shades
walls of amber, crimson and orange
echoed the promises about to come
and left a fainting reminder
of when I would run through autumn leaves
with the slightest wind of hickory on their skin
tossing and hurling them to heaven

I wandered into a sunset
leaving daytime behind me
behind mountains of a speckled fire
and emerald hills clothed in night's descent
I tried to catch the light in my hand
in  my eyes and my breath
It wraps itself around me now
as I still chase its essence
Then, with the smallest flicker
it has gone
to leave the sky in an indigo of the deepest ocean
sprinkled with sapphire clouds
creating texture to a blue I have never seen
but now known born from heaven

I saw God today
he smiled in amber
he breathed in cerulean
he laid beauty on my tongue
and allowed me to swallow
God lived here today
sharing saturating brilliance
Riding next to me on a Pennsylvania road
A place I had forgotten he called home.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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