driving

i fell in love with driving when i was sixteen

i-95 at sunset

the highway stretching out like sunday afternoon

a tank of gas and cigarettes

and nothing can stop me

onion skin moon hanging sad in her eastern sky

dripping goodnight stars like freckles

across the still fire sky

solemn wistful clouds dusted sweet

on the blue-grey

gathering heavy in the west where the sister sun

sings her day's goodbye on unreal orange

catching on the jealous fire at my fingertips

dancing free with a flick of my wrist

twisting down the asphalt to chase its mother flame