40

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Yellow slashes dart through  
The circle of headlights  
Forward  
Swathe  
Of illumination  
 
Wind dashes a circuit  
Through the  
Cab  
 
So, this is 40  
Cruisin  
 
Sun Tzu  
Smiles as the  
Sun sets  
Drowsily  
West  
Weary of drawing  
Equatorial  
Shadows  
Across the dials  
 
When I breathe  
Out  
Laughter  
For Socrates  
Who could not  
Leave  
The beloved city  
I know  
There was no life  
Beyond the reach of his  
Devout  
Purpose  
 
Silence when I breathe  
Better suits  
My congress  
Through  
Railcars  
So full of smoke  
Stink  
And noise  
 
Staring into the ghost  
Goggles  
Through which they  
Strain  
To peer  
Addressing the  
Stains,  
Distortions,  
And not us  
 
Where I am  
Quiet  
God is with me  
 
Nietzsche was a battery  
I  
Licked with tongue of  
Want  
To define this  
Font  
Of ceaseless  
Rhapsody  
 
Dawn sits in the meadow  
Waiting  
Where Rumi  
Rests  
Whistles through  
Reeds  
And limbs of most  
Immaculate  
Musculature  
Array  
Glitter  
With guileless  
Art  
 
I turn up the rearview  
Mirror  
 
This is 40  
 
Throttle back into  
Fourth  
Gear  
 
Listen to the  
Engine  
 
Cruisin  
 
..  
 
40  
or  
Cruisin  
by  
Daniel Christensen
 
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