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The road to melancholy (Free verse) by INTRANSIT
Thoughts and possibilities
appear like orange reflective markers
along the side of the highway in the night.
One every few feet
sometimes curving in the darkness
or straightening out in front,
disappearing just as fast.
There's no time to stop
and pluck one off
to look at the back and see
if it's a winner.
The best one can hope for
is an off ramp
or an extra wide shoulder
to pull onto for some rest
until the sun comes up.
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