6:30, on the highway, night, still clinging to me

on my way to work

on my way to work

 .

saving
last night’s breath in
foggy jars, we speed, through
concrete mornings, cut, by blushing
tail lights

over at dVerse Tony has us writing cinquains..2 syllables, followed by 4, 6, 8 and finally 2 syllables again..wanna give it a try..? doors open at 3pm EST