Walking along the empty highway

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Those mornings were so quiet,
Walking along the empty highway with
A myriad of white stars overhead.
The snow would give way under my boots
And make that delicious frost-shoveling sound.
But what I will never forget is that dark
Blue eternity-bound sky, without
A wisp of cloud or amber streaks of sun.
The road went on for miles, and the fences
Were high, but it was always too early for cars.
I never thought of anything, but
Sometimes I would sing, and laugh out loud
When I saw signs announcing:
Private Property, no trespassing.
When the highway ended and the city started
I could smell bread coming out of ovens, and
My intellect yawned and rose and craved coffee.
But, I kept a smile, and a part of me stayed
Behind, on the empty highway with the stars
And that blue sunless sky, sowing stitches
Of nothingness, to patch up
my forgotten self.

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31 thoughts on “Walking along the empty highway

    • Oh, that sounds so lovely! πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–. This poem is inspired by my daily walks to my college. My first class started at 8 A.M, and it was a long walk so I had to start at 6-6.30. In winter it was still dark of course during the entire walk, but in Norway, winter nights aren’t black but deep deep midnight blue. I miss that light. 😊

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