Hmm. Flashing lights makes me think that they are being chased by the police. But I don't think that's what you intended? Or maybe they are on the lam and desperately speeding away so each moment counts because soon it will be over!
lol Michael, I always love to hear your thoughts on my poems. You always see them so differently than I do. I'm sorry I kind of failed at posting them this year. :/But really, the flashing lights are just like cell-phone towers and things. You know, so airplanes can see them at night.
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