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Dropping Fast

Racing the dark from Albuquerque to Flagstaff
  old questions trailed behind me

The highway marked with broken dreams
  of searchers long ago

As Gallup filled my rearview mirror
  the sun reached out and grabbed me

My last horizon dropping fast
  -the finish line aglow

(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)


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