Sunday, July 16, 2017

one last time

we're going
the truck has everything
we own
packed in the back.
the dog is in my lap.
the kids
are all grown.
we're going west,
beyond the Mississippi,
beyond the mountains
the desert,
to the ocean,
we're moving west.
there's no reason to stay
here anymore,
everyone we've
known has died, or
getting old.
work is over, so is play.
we're going
west to start again,
one last time.

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