poetry Writing

Poetry Maybe #42: One Way Traffic

house with dock on body of water under blue and white sky
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Didn’t see nothin

it’s true

how did they get involved

Shelly wanted to how to

make things right

for Nate’s sake.

They disappeared from a

Cage in the morning.

Chased the sunrise

to the next boathouse and

Swam to the yielding body.

They were bent on

a different desire
containing a few days

Of freedom

And one way traffic.

Will they separate

Before the game

Ends with blood and salt?

Count on the longing of

Her heart to be everlasting




1 comment

  1. Always stick it out to the blood and salt, even if it’s not a good idea at all.

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