Shimmery ghosts dance before my eyes
unfazed by the headlights that pierce them
Streetlamps give an eerie incandescence
They play tricks on my tired eyes
straining to discern sensory deception vs. reality
Slick, shiny puddles complicate those efforts
I'm partially entranced and irritated
The artist and the pragmatist battle in the moment.
Relief as I turn off my ignition.
December 26, 2009
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