Silhouetted trees against the pink dark sky
and silver mirrors rippling my reflection
calm waters
taken to heaven
We are the night
the shadows and I
We play the game
between the headlights
and rushing highway noise
Red lights shoot across the damp
sea of green
and droplets land on fallen leaves
Back through the woods
I surprise a pothead
relieving himself
“Ahh!”
Maybe the paranoia has set in
but I’m more real than the river
rushing past
drinking in the smoke
feeling high
above this life.
I’ve never thought about a golf course at night. This poem was a new experience for me.
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