Driving, 3:30 a.m.

I prefer the blackness
cut with dim headlights
land squids in the distance
like good old gods
from that century
before madness
geodes and soda bottles
on the side of the road
glitter in the sky
and those dreams
are lost in the tribal
waters trapped
in broken aquifers
I am looking
up there somewhere
and are you looking
back at me

this message is all there is
when we are all gone.

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Hey all, here is poem 15.  I was driving on the road late at night. And there is something really magical, surreal about driving on the highway at the time of night. Although I have a hard time seeing unless I am by myself, I love driving at the time of day.

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