on our way to California
in 1969,
we pushed
the stalled car to the corner.
to the edge of our
neighborhood.
the engine
wouldn't turn.
a liquid oozed out
from below.
we looked at one another,
pushed back our
long hair, and said,
what now?
there are so many
places to go in this
universe,
but we can't
always get there.
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