Flying away from the sunset’s
Pink and purple, light blue…
Hurtling into darkness,
Thinking of what he must do.
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Toward eventual sunrise,
Determined to save a soul…
When in rush hour traffic
To exit he finds…a hole!
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Gathering darkness swirls,
He sees the tail lights beyond…
Reaching his destination
The quiet woods surround!
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–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By the great Jonathan Caswell.
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