Traveling South on 43, approaching dusk,
A celestial beauty on either side I spy,
To my right, sitting upon the western horizon,
All flaming, hot and steamy, a vivid star,
Dressed in flamboyant yellow and orange,
Casting exuberant hues into the skies about her,
A seductress, drawing me to her warmth,
A tantalizing trap for the unwary fool;
To my left, most pale and ghostly maiden,
Her face as in death, cold blue and gray,
Seeming to float above the eastern darkness,
Aloof, detached, as a shadow of the past,
Enveloped in shrouds of mystery, yet,
More beguiling far than her sultry sister.
