Nashville: ‘on a childhood highway thru a night alone’ – dmead

 

Gotham City heights
around the crooked bend
somewhere all the smoking
lights were lost in love within.
the smoke was red-orange rising
in the morning-evening day,
the city compromising
to the silence in the gray.

 

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