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Poetry Corner 09-30-12

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By Alexandra Hehlen

Illumination

Across the endless, flat land sunken in the dark,

the highway is a string of fairy lights,

the moon is your lonely reflection.

The sheet of paper I drive on is soaked in black ink.

The highway is a string of fairy lights.
Flat mountains, flat land make eerie outlines.

The sheet of paper I drive on is still soaked in black ink.

And the fog is thick.

Flat mountains, flat land make eerie outlines.

Your tendrils of brilliance begin to tickle the nearly impenetrable quiet.

And the fog is thick.
Coyote howls, and bear bares his teeth in an almighty grin.

Your tendrils of brilliance begin to tickle the nearly impenetrable quiet.

The rock is a chameleon, from black to orange.

Coyote howls, and bear bares his teeth in an almighty grin.

Sunrise. How I long for you, sunrise.

The rock is a chameleon, from black to orange,

across the endless, flat land sunken in the dark.

Sunrise. How I long for you, sunrise.

The moon is your lonely reflection.

—Alexandra Hehlen