for love
in the old days, it was more
about geographical
issues,
than it was about attraction,
being it
love, or like, or lust.
how many miles did i have
to drive
to see her?
where was Aberdeen exactly?
where there tolls to pay,
did i need
EZ pass, where
there ever bridges
washed out
in storms, where there
hills to climb.
what about in bad weather,
would i arrive
alive, navigating
the snow and ice.
and when i got there
would she show me the futon
in the far room,
where i could spend
the night?
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