the country is more than just the space between cities

rushing headlong but looking sideways
as a dozen colours, maybe hundreds...
yes, ten thousand earthtone palettes per second,
the sum total of all the autumn days you never noticed,
blur horizontally in a naked honesty
that all the neon signs in the world could never hope to match.

and while your gaze stays fixed
where no reference point can exist,
your mind rides that invisible line on the edge of vision
where everything resolves into
six billion leaves, waiting
to fall softly to earth.