Blue Light
The Asheville winds comb
through his dirty brown hair.
He sits atop his horse
searching for this place the long path
has lead him.
By sunset, he's barely halfway
and with no complaint he continues.
Watching the sun shine it's colors
upon the broad mountains
that touch the sky.
He rides.
The blue light of the moon
pears through
the vagrant white clouds.
When his skin is covered
in goosebumps, he sets up a tent
to rest for the next day
of his journey.
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