In Davenport, in the month of June,
Above the River—a
supermoon
—An eye among the violet fringed clouds
—An eye among the violet fringed clouds
Revealed behind a dark
unfurling brow.
The yellow florescence on
the grill
With each mile becomes brighter still.
With each mile becomes brighter still.
Like milk through the
windows the world seeps
While the wheels traverse the
hoary concrete.
Away blew the wind, leaving
silent air
Stranded motionless above
each hill.
Town lights, each problem, and savoire-faire
With each mile become dimmer still.
Town lights, each problem, and savoire-faire
With each mile become dimmer still.
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