Hurtling

The drive was colored blue,
a sort of blur of darkening sky
as I hurtled from one place
to another, just as small as ever.
For a moment, I was lifted
by a song, but that ended
-as most things do, so I drove on
in a quiet blur, feeling a little
lost along the stars just beginning
to show through the twilight.
I think it’s almost Christmas.

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