Seas of Flowers

The drive plods along
But so worth the jarring
Of the gutted stretches
Of Armenian highway

The great descending roading
Switching back upon itself far too often
From a displacement
Of upstate Oregon

Shaking roads add difficulty
To my attempts to read--
That made me look
Toward the flying landscape

I observe the dismal passing villages
Music blaring in my ears
Through god awful headphones
Putting me in limbo

Keeping my gaze
Fixated on the world
Quickly fading from my eyesight
We suddenly passed oceans

A visual
Of seas of purple
Little bays of shades
Of red and white and yellow gold

Rivers of wheat
Flowing speedily
Glistening like the fluid content
Of a pricked thumb

The watery currents
Are simply flowers
Wild, free, beautiful
Polychrome seas and midsummer snow falls

--Matt G., 15