there were long stretches, driving through the mist,
that seemed to turn the car window
into a Japanese silk painting, moving in and out
of dewed aquamarine patches of light,
and cliffs cut like crumbling German
chocolate cake, while
ghostly waves kissed the lip
of the forest.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A drive along Coos Bay, Oregon.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
The artwork of nature can be so inspiring.
Very true!
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