Beauty

The lights on the dash

Started to flash

The hood started to smoke

I slide onto the shoulder

Holding onto my head

In fear of it rolling off ….

.

And everything stopped

As the highway continued past,

Singing its fast arterial hum.

.

As I waited for rescue of a vehicular kind,

My soul took respite in the wild phlox

As they danced with Florida fritillaries.

There is always beauty.

Everywhere.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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