the stars dance
in the daylight hours
headlights emerge from the sun
in the rear-view mirror
and ahead the fog and shadows
swallow up the road
happiness and music
call loudly into my brain
between headphones
in the sunrise of a friday morning
coming up on a road
with a quiet beginning
and a lazy end
from manteca to oakland
and back again
into the open arms of
my best and only friend
and the warm and stinky hair
of angels
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