Highway 58 Spring
by Mark A. Fisher
driving east of Bakersfield
the scent of oranges-yet-to-come
fills the almost clean air
the moon not yet risen from behind
those worn down mountains
not yet green
– not yet smeared with wildflowers
still weeks away
though the dream of them
drifts through the hills
like a tule fog
Previously published in Mojave River Review Fall/Winter 2018
PHOTO: Rolling hills in the spring at sunset off Route 58 near Bakersfield, California. Photo by Joe Sohm, used by permission.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Mark A. Fisher is a writer, poet, and playwright living in Tehachapi, California. His poetry has appeared in riverbabble, Spectrum, Silver Blade, Penumbra, Lummox, and many other places. His first chapbook, drifter, is available from Amazon. His second, hour of lead, won the 2017 San Gabriel Valley Poetry Chapbook Contest.