Dusk drinks down
October rain,
autumn color,
the road ahead
which shortens
to a halogen halo
seen through the slap
of windshield wipers.
Follow the staccato pulse
of the yellow center line.
Tunnel through night.
Reach home
to snug beneath a blanket
and dream daylight
until it pours the world
back around the house
as if we never traveled in darkness,
as if nothing were ever lost.
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