WRiTE
wall lace
red deer detour

Pouring rain
dirt small mounds
pretend
go-karts black
hills high
conquer
five buck tracks
minutes three
spin the wheels
on deep cracks
of an old tar road
18 kms to Sylvan Lake
the car was hers
the intention all mine
both suffered
quietly
driving
pouring rain
dirt small mounds

it never rains in Camrose
she said
it was meant to be like that

like the spilled coffee
and the untucked shirts.

  

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