No. 25

August 25, 2014 § Leave a comment

We walked until we’d left the rain

and found a flag the color of twice-washed sky.  

 

She pointed out an airplane

and we disputed the possibility of Superman.

 

We sat on curbs,

laid in a stranger’s grass,

walked a cracked and crumbling line

with wine in our hands,

 

heading for the home that became –

too soon – simply a house


walls we were leaving.

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