Gold sunbeams shoot through them
Air filled with the scent of corn
Filling the windmills, that fuel my green hope
This way of life can continue forever
Freeway, a ribbon stretching from coast to coast
Like a destiny. On the radio, Ode to Joy
Blares out, a sonorous reminder of Spinoza.
Finally the sun is reborn
Hatched from the clouds, a copper egg
Too bright to look at until
It momentarily stains them with red
Snuffing itself out behind the hills
Like the last puff of a cigarette
Before the sky turns purple again.
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