Open Roads

Old stories
whisper along the ground
Hugging the curves
dancing outside the lines
of long stretches
through nighttime desert
eyes cast a glow
along the roadside
as the wind burns hot
and we sing
with abandon
as the night howls
and the sky
sets our senses
alight
– Caroline A. Slee

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