rising mountains
The haunting moon out of the of my youth;
Golden in the low of night as I approach the foothills of San Bernardino.
I travel quickly.
The helium-balloon
valley lone half-emptied,
opens and like a
lightly adrift and slowly ascending she is far beyond my reach.
I drive faster.
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