Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Along the white-striped highway
Cars and trucks
Zip past,
Zip past,
East and west
Zip past,
Zip past,
While just there beside,
Blazing Stars,
Like Fourth-of-July sparklers,
Fizzling and sizzling
With purple pizazz,
Shoot up
(Surprise!)
From the ditch grasses.
In plain view
Butterflies by the thousands
Sip the sweet grape soda nectar
Cars zip past,
Zip past,
Zip past,
And I like to think
Zip past
Zip past
Zip past
No one sees
No one sees
No one—zip past
But me.
But me.
What’s Good About Home! 
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