Unknowing, I strike the match

These cars stream past
Heading to somewhere
From somewhere
A story I’ll never know
Lives like bowing wheat
Stretched to distant sun
Each song reaches forth
In melody
In discordance
In minor chord
Music half heard on the wind

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