My old memories

used to play on the radio –

songs of nostalgia, sweet tenderness,

tears, and too many fights.

These days, my radio is silent —

on the road, a stifling quiet —

driving 90 on the empty freeway

at midnight

as the sun sets

in the distance

painting once green mountains

(now brown)

red and orange.

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