Plum Sky, Driving Back from Upstate New York MAG

August 8, 2017
By Gabybroome BRONZE, New York, New York
Gabybroome BRONZE, New York, New York
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We hum to oblivion
To shadowed trees blending to ebony
Graceful like deer and hummingbirds
Sky becoming more purple
Ripening like plums
You know, when it gets dark it gets harder to breathe
He’s falling asleep in the front
Air conditioning prickling him like cacti
And I keep my eyes angled like a cat
Yellow with black holes,
Red, white lights, paths that crossed but no one noticed.
Sometimes I hate cars, the way they line highways like isolated elephants
Only more fierce and apathetic
Families of cars each housing its own army.


The author's comments:

I wrote this poem in a car, as I was driving back from upstate NY (as the title maintains). I was inspired by the intersection of nature into the urban environment, as we drove farther away from pure air. It is about the things that we don't see and the tighness of emotions, of restfulnes, anger, and fear. I hope people will see the sad beauty that I felt in the purple sky and cool air, and inspire them to thing about the ordinary flow of life. 


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