he says
to the midnight curtain above
but I just stare
onward and upward
at the lone tree top in the foreground of
the Blue Ridge skyline
laughing in its majesty
a lingering effect of the sun's disappearing act
I think its absurd
but maybe even more so that
I had never jumped in a car
down the highway racing the moon
to park in a field
and listen to the gurgling waterfall we were too late to hike up
so instead we stopped
and climbed on top of the car's hood
sharing a plaid sleeping bag
warmer than any other blanket I've felt
headlights catch my breath warmed by cocoa
but if I'm surrounded by stars that shine so bright I can see our smiles lit up
then who cares if I never see the sun again
I'll fall asleep on the car ride back and wake up to another night