as the sun sets
on the prairie
the world around you
becomes
ether.
you move forward
toward some
distant star
resting
on the horizon,
as the earth itself
is consumed
by the
firmament
of the night sky,
and all of existence
becomes defined
by road signs
caught in your headlights,
carrying the names of towns
that nobody has ever heard of,
flying by
at 120,
130,
140 or so.
there is nothing here,
except you,
those headlights,
the occasional wanderer,
passing by
in the darkness,
and all of creation
looking down on you
YOU ARE READING
The Flowers, They are so Damned Beautiful
Poesiathe heavy rains come, but they will leave one day soon. and in the soil flowers bloom.
