Poetry · Writing

Night Sky

Tonight is the night beneath moxie stars

Tracing the future with your fingers.

Night of constellations shaping 

Cheap beer and a dented pick-up truck.

Mapping the path you wish to take

Hoping too take

Before

The night ends
The stars will show me.

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