The thoroughfare
was salted bare
which bleached away the lines,
at three am
my stratagem
was seeking solid signs
when suddenly
in front of me
a shooting star struck loam—
one glowing guide
to aid the ride
I hope will take me home.
Are You Reading Me?
Aha! Those blinding flashes just keep calling you don't they? ;)
ReplyDeleteI can't see!!
ReplyDeletehmmmm... are your eyes open?
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