#2

back in california

back in my

old room

sitting at

my desk

waiting for

the perfect words

to come

and tell me

who i am today

and why i thought

of you

again

watching the sun

bleed through

the clouds

at dusk,

just south

of guadalupe,

going 80

on the highway.

the light

was

falling like

rain

against

my windshield

spreading like

flames,

down

down

down

till

they were

licking

at my tires,

forcing me

to watch

the sky

and not

the road

and swerve

enough

to make me

nervous.

but it

was worth

the risk

to see

the sun

and moon

switch roles,

above the hills,

above the waves,

above even

the stars.

for a

moment

they were

just

two eyes.

by Vince P.

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