we went stargazingMature

we went stargazing but there were cirrostratus clouds
bleeding across the night sky, filtering the moonlight
into narrow slivers.  we smoked joints with the windows down,
cruising between corn fields and mountains,
soft jazz humming from the speakers like whispers.
I drank my gas station cappuccino and tried to find
Orion among the clouds, drawing parallels with legends.

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