Aug 2010
Not a soul
as the snow flies
through the headlights
houses
become neon blurs
each one
allowing me to peer
into what was once
dark
the road tries to
surprise
me, it works
sometimes
as the snow flies
through the headlights
houses
become neon blurs
each one
allowing me to peer
into what was once
dark
the road tries to
surprise
me, it works
sometimes
