I lost you in the canyon.
a few minutes, or maybe more.
time eludes us.
and we invented adjectives
for the water:
cold, and full of dead fish.
(a vague temperature and a kindergarten observation
did more justice
than one would expect.)
and we took pictures.
you, me,
and our cantaloupe.
on the way home
we were stranded in tulia
because the cosmos sought revenge
(earlier we had run their one red light
and cursed their small town:
misplaced sincerity always aspires consequence)
and then, when your car started again,
i kissed you on your cholera covered hand
and you said "for future reference..."
Author notes
Written May 27th, 2006
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