Highway 35

Verdant arms embrace the shoulders of asphalt

The lush brow of the bluffs contemplates the river

As it drifts timelessly under turquoise skies.

Steel and glass hurtles along and through and under

And when you stop and listen

You can hear the world breathe.

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About bgm1969

This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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