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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