Idle Before the Motionless Lights

Idle Before the Motionless Lights
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Shadows of clouds darken the already night sky
for now I will focus on the snowy white peaks
that mask on the silhouette of mountains
that face above the approaching highway
The song on the radio serves a timely reminder
as I await before the final intersection
idle before the motionless lights
I watch the windshield wipers
push the water of these raindrops
my favored casualties
my intolerable souvenirs
I’d like to think this red glare
would stay forever
but it will soon turn green
and I will have to move on
To a bed, just to rest my head
heavy with the thought
of how I could just turn back
and do it all again





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