headlights, high beams
stab forward, part the night
like two intense, glowing eyes.
the window is open to feel the soft summer air.
the stars are out, the moon blanketed by haze.
the air rushes by the open window.
the streets are empty,
except for an occasional car, there, then gone.
old rock songs play on the radio,
blocking out the hum of the car,
and the silence of the night.
until I am pulled over, on the empty road,
staring up to the stars,
into the infinite reaches,
in the silence of the night. |
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