Standing between opposite rivers
Toothpicks holding high four discs
Lighting the freeway
Snaking into the busy desert
Turning west
Facing the setting sun
One orange button seering my eyes
Sliding behind our serrated valley rim
Asphalt blending into the sky,
Early golden hour.
Twenty minutes further,
The hills blending into the road.
䷃䷆
a fool
assaults
a bandit
agony