X.
by Colin Scharf
Fluorescent lights
sterilizing the
convenience store
compete with the
milky light
of the moon,
heavy on the heaving
chest of the sky,
to see which
is brighter
while
cars on slick
rubber tires
peel away from
the pavement,
drivers dreaming
of warm bedrooms,
chased by
rippling plastic bags,
ghostlier white leaves.
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