Maia Sebek


Driving Home at Night


Deep black night

Mom drives us home

I rest my head on the window

Glasses off, eyes tired

I watch

Glowing baubles rise and fall

Glittering, light rays splaying

Red, green, orange

Fireworks frozen in time

In reality

They’re stoplights and

Street lamps

But sometimes

Life is more beautiful

When things are blurry


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