driving into the falling sun
light washing color from the landscape
gray skyline with its rolling hills of beige
black boxes of trucks before me
with their forbidding height
and multitude of wheels
man-made mountains traveling the road
yet the mirror gleams in technicolor
emerald on my heels, always just one step
how different the light can be
at my back it shows the path
illuminating the possibilities
in my eyes it blinds
dulling the world to grayscale
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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