The click of seatbelts
secured our bodies for transport.
As the Malibu’s engine accelerated…
we stared at the road ahead.
Not talking.
Not ready to accept
the expiration date stamped on our vacation package.
Both of us knew that Grand Junction
marked the intersection
of Adventure Avenue and Mundane Road.
In the rear view mirror,
the snow-capped San Juan Mountains
taunted us all the way to Montrose.
A vast panorama,
impossible to box up,
mail home,
or stuff in a suitcase,
jumped into ur Chevy
and hitched a ride.
My poem, Souvenir Picture, first appeared in Time of Singing, A Journal of Christian Poetry, Vol. 43, 2016
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