When you drive home
from work each night
on that long and winding road
into a cloudless sunset
as the sky turns red,
that's the time
I drive to work each night
on that long and narrow bridge
into the heart of The City
as the skyline glimmers like stars.
We're pretty lucky,
don't you think?
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press January 2014
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