a reprise
the morning smell
leaked through the a.c. vents
and sweetened fast-food coffee
coated our tongues
as interstate lights flashed by
the wispy clouds
passed by like smoke
as the mountains
laid dormant
and the trees
stayed in their slumber
slowly, the sun
joined the living
and our worries
came back, too
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You completely take us into the moment. Morning in another place always feels so strange.