Empty roads

pavement stretches, red and green


cold, alone and warm


I could drive the streets, at night, forever

I could drive them, alone


I am so comfortable with my aloneness

and with things that are alone

like boulevards in the nowhere hours

with lonely reds

at home

and a few passing lights

fellow travelers

fellow aloners

I don’t want to see them long

admittedly I am more comfortable

in my aloneness

knowing they are there.

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