Morning fire
Fire wakes crisp fall sky. /
Morning cloud plumes like fresh smoke. /
Air cold as dead dreams.
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Grounded stars imbued with a foggy night.
Suntanned pieces of wind-tilted technology.
Saluting Souvenirs of transience: Billboards.
A toothpick-bearded hitchhiker saunters from a
Detroit-styled digestive supplier.
Straddles the roadside.
The smoke curls and cocoons in the corners of his
Well-traveled eyes.
His past:
Grounded stars imbued in a foggy night.
His future:
Suntanned pieces of wind-tilted technology.
Saluting Souvenirs of transience:
Billboards.
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