Packed and gone,
feels so familiar.
The mile markers flash by
as out in the wilderness
the Arizona moon says farewell.
City lights glimmer
and soon they disappear.
The darkness engulfs the highway,
stars clouded over leaving but one,
and I say goodbye to the Arizona moon.
Cacti evaporate as the hours pass
and a wall of rocks cages.
Road rises and falls
as a light passes in and out of view.
The Arizona moon flickers on it's deathbed.
Through the trees,
it's there, diligently alive,
but fading still as night dies again
to be replaced with an orange smog.
The Arizona moon is no more.