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.