Pick up

Ahlswede Collection

Orange moon over orange city,
black sky o’er black earth;
breathing stars, dead cars,
up and down, missing,

colliding,
speeding,
distilled and
still.

Red lights cross.
They stop, abnormal,
wait for emergency to
pass.

I pass and land hard. Outdoor
music waits in pick
ups. She is angry,
circling, entitled.

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