under an indigo sky
wheels whirring unseen
mist from the road, tingles like
ghosts passing through me
remnants of the rain
caught in streetlight amber glow
soon will fade away
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Wrote this one for Dverse’s Blue Tuesday prompts, and sharing it on open link night. Stop by for a whole bunch of great poetry!
Everyday Strange 
Noithing like a bike ride at dusk. It was my favorite time of day for bike riding. Your photo and accompanying words conjured pleasant memories for me.
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Thank you! I agree, dusk is my favorite time of day.
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The indigo you wrote about, spoke of …. magical!
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Thank you!
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I love ‘under an indigo sky’- so lovely.
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