a pink dawn bathing the blue
dark. Night is passing
with a tired nod.
Across the silvered road
ahead, a plane flies too low,
engine stuttering. People watch at
the crossroad as I tilt my head,
thinking, Is this it? Is this the future?
I've forgotten I'm in a car,
cemented by gravity, in charge
of weight and motion. I can
accelerate. Choose to clutch at the
life I have, bargaining enough
to hold back death soaring
over my head.
A breath in reminds me of the
invisible. The comfort of a heart
working with blood and air.
Molecules are spinning light into
the road and whitening sky. We can
see beauty. It is enough.
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