Midnight Headlights

Still you slide, in your perforated seat

Like a drive with little to vie for


Four lanes, they aren’t quite enough

For your headlights will blind

The worn man who walks off a jaded day

The fulfilled child wanting sleep after play

The girl in tears who’s lost her way


The starry night seems to vanquish all pedestals

Turn them to blocks of stained white concrete

Numbers will all count into one

When the tiresome sun fades into the loom


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