End Of The Evening

A van full of kids who all
think they’ve grown up,
nodding their heads
with music bursting
out of the speakers
like splattered paint.
The evening is ending,
and it gets darker
from the bottom up.
She coats the window
with her breath,
and then draws
using the blurry scenery
as an endless backdrop.
Their hands start to get cold
so they turn on the heat,
and the warmth to them
couldn’t be more sweet.
They slowly drift off
one by one, until they
are all in the same dream.
A hilltop overlooking everything
at the beginning of the night.
With new music playing
like torn paper
thrown into the wind.

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