Nightfall

by Aleza Freeman

Surrounded
by the same
purple-tinged mountains
day after day
without really seeing them,

though urban sprawl
forces us closer to
the foothills
than ever before,

speeding from
one adrenaline rush
to the next,
running yellows
just missing the chance

to crash,
spin out of control,
fall into the night,
the pink sky
fading out of view.

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