Last words, a final sigh,
the closing of a book,
the kiss that precedes
waving, the bright
cloud of dust in sunlight,
and exhaust as the car
pulls over hill,
and hill. The red flare
of tail lights fading
into darkness, to a place
where we believe
in error that love will grow
stronger with distance,
and not diminish.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
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