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skyline drive in shenandoah
May 19, 2022
the car passes down at speeds of light
shining white pinpricks streaking through the night
forehead cool against the window’s glass
a reflection gazing back of times past
the night grows colder, the car goes quieter
a journey moving onwards, headlights brighter
a pause on the roadside, calloused hands clasped
stepping out onto gravel, to see the world elapse
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This piece was inspired by one of my family's trips out to the National Parks, in this case Shenandoah. My father, brother and I rolled the windows down of our car and drove through the Skyline Drive at about 11 o'clock at night - the feeling of that drive as the stars flew by overhead and the forest grew darker sticks with me, and this poem is a reflection of that.