Sudden Ridges, Certain Valleys (To Begin Again And Again)
up ahead,
a rest stop,
a scenic overlook,
the sign in a shutter of light
going by at seventy-five miles an hour
says so
we are tired,
light is falling orange
out our back window
and we want only the
absence of color
sleep can bring
but on we go,
miles revealing themselves
in sudden ridges,
certain valleys,
in our desire to get back
to where you and I began,
to begin again and again
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