how black
and blue the sky is
this evening,
a powdered moon
coming through
the curve of glass
as you drive,
not lost, just
moving along without
a care,
or map. you could
die happily
under a moon
like that, its
beauty enough
for one night, one
life, you pull
to the side of the road,
to remember.
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