DREAMED I WAS
IN A FIELD
the earth, night driving
one big loop, the lunar rock
the trusty rearview
lighthouse behind me
null but for your strobe-lit face
rhythm lit, smiling
we wink reflected
mirror involuntarily
become periscopes
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