Without words clogging the box of glass and steel, he saw details buried in the blatant mundanity of his daily commute.

Tractor trailer,
A box of silver reflections,
grey, blue, brown,
The road, the sky, the me.

Sun setting below a sign,
Orange tints green and yellow,
Buffalo Drive
EXIT ONLY

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mountain toes,
betwixt glass and rock,
grace and stillness,
no body,