be (Remove filter)
through a windshield (11-25-2023)
together
thru all the glue
filn history's glossy cracks
and all the pines
from wane to wax
we were(are, perhaps)
moonrise bent
lain with backs
pressed on tarmac
slid red, long
longer than we thought possible.
dream-licked heads
shattered and spread :
painted lines on painted lines
on
painted lines
down along this serpentine road.
without a motion ...
Saturday 25th November 2023 3:07 pm
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