leaving the oily black smell of the city
windows down on the long straight road to the res
the smell of wet moss rocks
as you cross the bridge
smell of orange wet earth
quiver of the car as you light up
another cigarette or drink of coke
tail lights slow ascension up a
distant hill
cold air rushing around us as
the warmth of the room leaves us
shivers up my arms and spine
leaves goosebumps
then a warm breath comes off
the pines with the smell of timber
lighter grey sky and silhouette black
pines with the glow of a faraway
city on the horizon
it was night on the way back
it was cold
we rolled up the windows
so many cars had their lights on
and so many didnt
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night lightning storms
several strikes per second
lighting up the sky and making day
each flash reveals the immensity
of the clouds ahead of us
separated and independent giants
the power gets knocked out of
the city and our headlights
were all that remained on the
road to the res
wind thrashed at our sides and
pushed us onto the yellow lines as
thunder shook our windows
inside the hot breath of the
engine across my face and chest
closed my eyes
im protected
and back in the womb
when i woke you had fresh cigarettes
and i was reborn
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the long narrow road to the res
impossibly narrow and straight
a streak of pavement through pines
wind blowing through our loose clothes
creating ripples in fabric
rusted out cars for sale on the
side of the road
a small wither creek
an abandoned run down gas station
looming pines creating a wall or
a shephard
a lonely trampoline in a field
a forgotten fire hydrant
a purposeless stop light
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