Highway Pass
And under the yellow glow
Of the coldest moon
He had ever felt
A continuos row of cars
Was fighting for their pass
Inside straight lines
Of incandescent lights
So that's the way the world is
He thought. Big but small
For every kind of critter a home
For me living here is a torture
Everybody think the place they live
Is the center of the world
And above him airplanes
Were moving people and cargo
Across the air routes
Afterwards he would never forget
VABM Abril 7, 2013
Airport Parking Lot
By zharth
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