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Sophia Francesco
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Alongside the towering green pipes
that line the very edge in which I stand
my eyes would start to wander
Gliding across the hot earth as
rubber pinched the asphalt below.
Emulating a trail of light with each iteration
then leaving little evidence of it’s departure.
Beyond the concrete barrier
each beast would bob beneath the horizon
and ascend with each crater beat into the pavement,
Left to right
Right to left.
With each atmospheric thud along the broken white lines,
the herd of silhouettes slowly drifted into the distance.
Navigating the established routes conquered by the previous generation.
Adhered to the undetermined path that has brought forth this moment in time.
In which I found myself perched up against the Exit 67 sign
Illuminated by the approaching beast’s eyes
Alongside the towering green pipes
that line the very edge in which I stand
my eyes would start to wander
Gliding across the hot earth as
rubber pinched the asphalt below.
Emulating a trail of light with each iteration
then leaving little evidence of it’s departure.
Beyond the concrete barrier
each beast would bob beneath the horizon
and ascend with each crater beat into the pavement,
Left to right
Right to left.
With each atmospheric thud along the broken white lines,
the herd of silhouettes slowly drifted into the distance.
Navigating the established routes conquered by the previous generation.
Adhered to the undetermined path that has brought forth this moment in time.
In which I found myself perched up against the Exit 67 sign
Illuminated by the approaching beast’s eyes.
that line the very edge in which I stand
my eyes would start to wander
Gliding across the hot earth as
rubber pinched the asphalt below.
Emulating a trail of light with each iteration
then leaving little evidence of it’s departure.
Beyond the concrete barrier
each beast would bob beneath the horizon
and ascend with each crater beat into the pavement,
Left to right
Right to left.
With each atmospheric thud along the broken white lines,
the herd of silhouettes slowly drifted into the distance.
Navigating the established routes conquered by the previous generation.
Adhered to the undetermined path that has brought forth this moment in time.
In which I found myself perched up against the Exit 67 sign
Illuminated by the approaching beast’s eyes
Alongside the towering green pipes
that line the very edge in which I stand
my eyes would start to wander
Gliding across the hot earth as
rubber pinched the asphalt below.
Emulating a trail of light with each iteration
then leaving little evidence of it’s departure.
Beyond the concrete barrier
each beast would bob beneath the horizon
and ascend with each crater beat into the pavement,
Left to right
Right to left.
With each atmospheric thud along the broken white lines,
the herd of silhouettes slowly drifted into the distance.
Navigating the established routes conquered by the previous generation.
Adhered to the undetermined path that has brought forth this moment in time.
In which I found myself perched up against the Exit 67 sign
Illuminated by the approaching beast’s eyes.
Sophia Francesco is an Indigenous Mexican-American (Native American) designer, artist, and poet.