Through the car window

Shifting colors

blend with the route we travel,

a moving painting

of mountains and plains.

Reaching across the canvas

touching the bristles

to kiss their eyelids.

Knowing how to be gone with

the swift swirling winds.

As the engine hums

potholes flow into rivers,

ditching the pavement.

The human marks fade,

while I look through the window—

blink twice and it's gone.