The highway lanes of the river
have a hush–
black tarmac, gum smack,
broken rest stop toilet flush.
Rocky guardrails and
green vegetation signs
keep the ramblers in line
during hours of rush.
The gnats inch forward
in their traffic jam,
start and stop
to avoid a crush.
While up in the trees,
leaves play pachinko
through pine tree pins
waiting for
a jackpot’s gush.
A momentary retouch
before fall presses in on the clutch.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Don’t go full throttle!
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Yes, well, the gears are already shifted here.
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Is that up or down?
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Beautiful and vivid descriptions of the changing seasons! Loved this unusual take on it, K 🙂
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Thanks you, Tom. Hoping to take in the change this weekend on a bike ride adventure. Maybe a few stops for poetry, if I’m lucky.
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I love when you start and stop the reader with your language choices. It’s jolting sometimes, and makes me pause to think, this is what I love. Enriching, and vibrant, K. 🍂💜
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Thank you. This comment made my evening, Jeff. I love your line breaks for that same reason. The contemplation and the careful crafting. 💜
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You’re welcome. I’m delighted to know this is so. Thank you, K. 💜
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Vivid, beautiful writing! Loving the timely imagery. ❤
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Thank you, Jaya. So silly I didn’t see this one. This poem was a great find on a hike near Great Falls. The photo was not mine, but oh, that rambling river. Hope the season finds you well, dear poet.
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