afternoon poem, june 8, 2019

Somewhere an artifact of that night

A ticket stub, maybe

Would you have thrown it from the window

Of that borrowed car

We thought that the scriptures were written

On the road before us, on the windshield

In a thousand years will someone dig it up

And try to make sense of it

Like we failed to do

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