Rain, 6:30 p.m. in mid
January, dark gray, I
am driving to buy
plants, fighting
traffic, brake
lights glow
entrance
me

 
street lights, neon signs
along the roadway,
intense primary
colors diving
through the
asphalt 

shafts of light
streaks shoot    
straight down       
into the heart         
of the earth             
or to hell                  

pinpricks of light
on windshield
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