speeding faster than the wind
night moon
gleaming above the highway
listening to myself singing
to my lovely wife
passing groves of trees
endless farms of apple trees
suddenly imagining
tasting a juicy red apple
now humming
taking a deep breath
no other cars before me
clear to the distant city
a perfect night
seemingly
until looking
into the rearview mirror
unbelievable sight
coming swiftly with a roar
honking cars with lights
lifted high above the road
something holding them up
a dark shape
huge yellow eyes
a snake larger than a train
opening its mouth
outstretching tongue
I glanced over to my smiling wife
holding an apple in her palm
with a bite already taken out
telling me it was my turn....
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write at night, looking at the stars, and when a comet zips past. He can be found on Twitter @papapoet
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