Phantoms and Tail Lights

Idyllic scars oozed from a ribbon of asphalt,

forlorn windows gaze from derelict houses their

shadows stretched out like gravestones in the

late afternoon sun. A broken down café smiles


with the promise of real home cooking, echoing

with the clink clink clink of cutlery on plates. A

town of phantoms and tail lights shimmering on the

surface of the silver pool of your rear view mirror.

Gaining notice for an instant before slowly winking out.