Every day that year
I would look up at the sky
At night it was black and blue
With white stars
Glowing bright above
The Marfa lights
The streetlights glowed
Bright and bold
The leaves were red and orange
And the air was crisp and cold
And every time it was the same
It was bright and bold but
Peaceful
Posted in response to the challenge Autumn '24: Writing.
This country is empty
It is long gone
For the days of adventure
And truth
Lie written in our history books
Soon to be burned and forgotten
I'm 14.
And I just saw Bruce Springsteen
Live for the first time.
I've loved him and his music since I was 6.
I've listened to him religiously since I was 7.
018751 this was the lunch code I was given
My first day of third grade
My teacher wrote on my hand
With a green marker that smelled like berries
018751 this was the passcode for my first email
Comments
I remember first hearing about the Marfa ghost lights on Unsolved Mysteries, years ago! Fascinating, and a fascinating way to contextualize the beauty of the season, too.
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