Sky
January 1st 2008 Sky
Car wheels roll, wheels crunch, wheels squeak,
Over rocks, on dark black ice, spread
Haphazardly on open, swelling highway,
Heaving hills, and open, gaping
Sky.
Space. Lights of the city lie flat,
Spread wide, and I open, open
Up, and out and up the stars
Dance subtly against a stark, black
Canvas.
I smirk, as a smile wo
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