The star is lit
plastered to the side
of the snow-dusted mountain.
Headlights navigate the switchbacks
From a distance
A woozy back and forth dance.
The night here is calm and silent,
Unlike the rest of the world.
From a distance I imagine
grabbing the top of the star
and dangling my legs down in free motion
swinging from side to side
body reliant on stubborn trembling arms
head tipped back
in line with the moon
glowing in the light.
At that moment
apathy sets in
and I do not care
whether or not
I would be seen at all
from a distance.
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