Will you join me chasing asphalt mirage pools
Where ibis bathe under bald cypress wings
Dripping old men’s beards over palm fronds.
In Jefferson County –
Dragonflies crisscross the two lane blacktop
People live out here in these swamplands
The roadside mailboxes are giveaway clues.
So many perspectives –
Pylons cut diagonals through the pine stands
Poles carry their electric charges to communities
Florida state troopers prowl like stealth bobcats.
In Leon county 10am –
The sun rifles between bare upright plantations
Shadows and lights flicker a silent movie dance
A flipbook fantasy of my moving milescapes.
V-shaped formations –
Journey ends at the last but one intersection
Gas station central on highway twenty seven
I throttle thru and set the cruise control to max.