Eight lanes of asphalt.
Late afternoon sun, just below the brim of my baseball cap.
The hat and sunglasses aren’t enough.
I use my hand to shade my eyes from the glare,
So I can see the signal, miles away.
No heatwaves rise from the road. I don’t know why.
In the distance, the sky is white, overhead, it’s faded blue. [...]
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