Thursday, April 8, 2010

sunset / highway

And what did that horizon look like /without telephone poles / arms outstretched // Great burnt brown
mountains / without homes / jaggedly running throughout / like stitches after a nasty fight / after that last drink you shouldn't have had // And then I looked over at her / and all those things went way // The setting sun set the tips of her hair a glow / her eyes a flame.

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