Michael McClintock

 
   
                                                


                                                     deciding
                                                     I am going
                                                     nowhere
                                                     the day passes
                                                     pleasantly
 



                                                     biting
                                                     into the peach
                                                     it seemed
                                                     it did
                                                     kiss me
 



                                                     "Meet me tomorrow"
                                                     your love note said

                                                     I tuck it away
                                                     in the old school notebook
                                                     and pour a large Scotch
 



                                                      just over
                                                      the ridge
                                                      that world
                                                      that goes on
                                                      forever
 



                                                      traveling country
                                                      far too barren to love,
                                                      we changed for good
                                                      in that bleak motel,
                                                      having only each other




                                                      I don't know
                                                      what it can be,
                                                      this cold I feel―
                                                      it slipped inside me, somehow,
                                                      hearing the crane's call tonight 

 

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