friday is

a walk home from work
with no focus
but a blur
sewn in soft images—
moon’s sliver of a crescent, afloat
headlights of binary tones, neon
eyes flicker in rapid movements, strange
as a star before the supernova—
reminders of
high strung
freedom
but is freedom nonetheless.

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