Upon the endless spine
of motorway they challenge
the black of night.
Those that burn
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Vincent, some excellent lines in this poem. You captured the journey and the moment well. Regards, Ian
'Endless spine', 'clouds are cut', 'the sky begins to bleed': cracking lines, Vincey. A short but well-imaged piece of writing. So how was the merry-making? Love, Gina.
a beauty...loved it...clear loud pictures...nalini