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southern lights

why, in days past we’d ever taken the interstate I’ll never know
when the most wistful of lazy highways had been so nearby all along
a numinous red sky overtook us both
gracious, coy, refusing to submit to the lens
what other feeling could there be than great relief that it had eluded our silliness at attempting to seize it

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