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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