In the favorful drive to escape the torture of a thousand hours, purple-gray clouds followed me into the night and blue-white stars saw me home.

Driving

The escape of a thousand
hours: purple-gray clouds;
blue-white stars.

Lovely imagery, accolade. Nice to have you back.

To make choizek or not to make choizek.

That is the question.


mosheshmeal
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Reminded me..


Spring, I come in from the street, where the poplar is shaken,
Where distance is frightened, the house afraid it will fall,
Where the air is blue as the laundry bag
Of a patient released from hospital.

Where evening is empty, an unfinished tale,
Left in the air by a star with no sequel,
Bewildering thousands of noisy eyes,
Expressionless, unfathomable.

-Pasternak