Sweetest letter read yesterday from a similar pioneer
Edmond your words are written for travel after midnight
Looking out of windows moon hidden or sighted bright
Thinking of up or far down with revelations mixed in carried out of town.
Silly sad serious sweet
Under water on land under trembling feet
Beneath trees where enemies meet discussing a truce meek
Happy days or nights described as bleak
Weep perhaps laugh as green lights say pass
On the passenger side while a lover pumps gas
Brash headlights disappearance faster than a thought’s flash
Written for travel after midnight vital part sash.