The Lights

The lights cut through the darkness.

The stars shone in the sky.

I was driving at horizon.

At the edge of me oh my!

I was looking for the signpost.

That said, ‘There might be more.’

I missed it at the crack of dawn.

I was dreaming of the shore.

I was wading in the shallows.

In water salt and cool.

The smell of baking filled the air.

Where they taught the ‘golden rule.’

Dennis Mantin

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