midnight in wyoming
it's midnight in Wyominga fresh foot of snow
lays atop an existing foot
the moon is full
i drive thorugh the middle of the sheen
the sides fall away from my truck's
wheels
like softly sculptured waves
in the side mirrors
the virgin trail i leave
sparkles in the moonlight
like small diamonds
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