Driving past barren fields and old barnyards,

The gentle light fading as dusk turns to night.

Clouds and trees that were purple and somber

just seconds ago, are now cool black silhouettes.

Headlights on to cast the yellow lines of the road

with an otherworldly glow.

The crackle of the tires and the hum of the engine

are mere echoes in the expanse of the highway.

The sky is silent,

An overpass comes into view, a green sign

showing us that our destination is close:

one mile exactly.

Underneath the lettering, graffiti.

The gentle mark of an anonymous artist

allowing us to interpret his design as we will

Bravely leaving his masterpiece to merge

With the expanse and motion of the highway.

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