in a new town,
not to stay, not to eat or
browse
the general store,
but to get directions out
and gas up
before the storm arrives.
there's a water tower
over there,
a farmhouse,
we see a horse in the field.
the man
checking our oil
and wiping our windsheild
asks us,
what's the hurry.
why don't
you go over to the diner
and get yourself
a meal.
Edna is on the grill today.
so we do.
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