Day meets night meets
Dusk grey light
Reflections of the weathered evening show
Inspired by the snow
Expanded openness surrounds
As it holds
The attention of imagination
Resilient narrow murky belt
Cleaving sky from ground
Pitted with tiny orange glows
Warms engaging eyes
In winter’s desolation
Remote yet a part
I am of their scene
As they of mine
I drive
Winding, snaking
Across the Fen
Picking out my own speck belt-light
Home
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