Dropping Fast

Racing the dark from Albuquerque to Flagstaff

 old questions trailed behind me

 

The highway marked with broken dreams

 of searchers long ago

 

As Gallup filled my rearview mirror

  the sun reached out and grabbed me

 

My last horizon dropping fast

 —the finish line aglow

 

(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)

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