Pink sunset through barren trees
Blue lights flashing
Hope they’re ok.
A little girl’s bike sleeps on the cold ground
Waiting for her owner to come back
And force Spring to stick around.

Nights alone with your memories
Sit uneasy in the belly.
Churning like dirty foam;
The yellow scum and gray waves
That fanned out behind the tiny, tan boat
Speeding through the rusty river’s chop
Hoping in vain we would outrun the thunderstorm.

The small bed is made
Clothes folded
Lunch foods await packing.
Twenty-six hours to the sigh
Of relief in my heart.


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