deciding
I am going
nowhere
the day passes
pleasantly
biting
into the peach
it seemed
it did
kiss me
"Meet me tomorrow"
your love note said―
I tuck it away
in the old school notebook
and pour a large Scotch
just over
the ridge
that world
that goes on
forever
traveling country
far too barren to love,
we changed for good
in that bleak motel,
having only each other
I don't know
what it can be,
this cold I feel―
it slipped inside me, somehow,
hearing the crane's call tonight
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