I Will Meet You at the End

Past the weekend gaper delays
and drivers reckless to arrive,
past where the road suddenly

clears of cars, inside a grove
of eastern pine, where the gravel
grinds to sand before the blue

opens at the point, the day
already dark, I will look for you.
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