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Thursday, April 9, 2009

Highway Willow-Wisp

Willow-wisp in the sky at night,
Sweet, flickering fire-light.
A pool of orange on sticky black tar
Winking, sighing, sleeping.
Fading to an ember on a rushing brook
of molten metal, roaring in the night
through weary nighttime traveler’s dreams.
Posted by Zack at 1:56 PM
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