Poem – Temporal

Passing beneath and over bridges
the road opens into the sleeping city.

Distant streetlights reflect off
glass windows while a train

emerges from perfect darkness
and motors south and east.

Silence returns and the monotonous
driving becomes temporal when the new moon

reaches from beyond the earth
appearing as an orb of legend.

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