Light
Finally the first glimpse of light,
Hours into this night time drive,
The dusty mirror reflects patches of pink soaked cloud,
Like the marks on my dogs nose,
The day brings relief.
Sunday, January 26, 2020
Poem for Today
Travel
Pointed cone of engine in flight,
Twirling and buzzing,
Angry or benign,
I sit gazing at the darker arc of your blades,
The edges, promising travel and destruction.
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