Night flight
black asphalt in a
black
night, the
headlights
are pools that
I swim through.
An elusive wing
sweeps onto the
dual spot lit
stage.
A flash of owl
white against
black
a mercurial
whitewash
splashed onto a
squandered
roadway.
My heart beats
in artillery fire
and I grip the
steering wheel.
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