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