CRESTED LIZARD

A song of night

the slow creep of cars

heading for the next town

and wayside roads

where broken hearts

gather at an empty

desert gas station

 

someone reads

“The Howl” out loud

the fear and

dreams we live up to

 

bus driver’s work

the road

 

curious eyes

imagine the release

of shadows

collapsing to the floor

like exhausted dancers

 

late hour hungry souls

search for distractions

 

 

 

 


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