On a Night Drive
speeding along
the old country roads
for miles the only soul
from out here
the city is a string
of fire on the horizon
my headlights wrench
a black world white
unveiling the nocturne
the moon is distinct
as grasses glisten wildly
bending under the breeze
I sometimes pity sleepers
tucked into bed
for the scene they miss
Copyright © Greg Easley | Year Posted 2006
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