North Through New Jersey

The lilac city; the sun drooping golden. The roadways slick and green; the treetops summer gray. Evening traffic, jeweled headlamps, churn forward and backward in the soup. Brakelights, red fireflies, flare out in the goldenrod of evening. And clouds, peeling scurfy clouds, mauve, yellow gray, encroach on dying day.

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