Andrew Li // A DARK HIGHWAY

A dark shade of blue

bleeds into the new day’s first hue,

replacing last night’s fluorescent crescent.

 

I breathe in the scent of the aromatic trees,

those huge looming plant creatures

those frail splintered branches.

 

The sky’s light blue

begins to mix with the blooming watercolors

of the day’s candlelight orange.

 

The car’s lion roar

brings my mind back from afar,

the noxious smell of oil

mixing with that of swampy soil.

 

The air is cool,

the morning fog as thick as gruel;

only the road in front of me,

is all that I see.

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