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There was no one else around,
and the trees were so close
I couldn’t pull off the road.

I had to keep going,
knowing it would be miles
before I’d reach habitation.

When I came to some houses,
I saw they were dark,
as if their occupants were asleep
or had moved away.

I turned on my high beams,
and the warning dot on the dashboard
told me the light would blind
anyone approaching me.

I went around turns as fast as I could,
snaking between illuminated trees,
searching for habitation.

  Thaddeus Rutkowski