the way this old cars parked
got her nose pointin straight
into bright blue empty infinite
and the thought runs through
that if i floor it in low gear
just maybe she might clear
that taunting immaculate horizon
wash away all the sins and pains
with cloudstuff amongst jetstream
shake hands with angels
before crashing down
Thursday, December 14, 2006
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