the roads
at this hour are quiet.
most are at home
asleep with loved ones.
a dog
curled at bedside.
children tucked away.
but not me.
I drive the earth.
I stare up at the broken
glass
stars.
at the shard of a cold
moon.
I can drive all night if
I have to,
the tank is full.
the radio on.
I know almost all the words
to every
love and unloved written
song.
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