on stilts through a city and
Jigsaw pieces of
Mud. Thickens. Forever.
They peddle rain until rust is spilled
Completely on chrome for him to
E X A M I N E.
Until there is no gas left to
with. . .
He remembers a radio played song
and trunked luggage kept in bottles
of aspirin to take with empty canteens,
Missing puzzle pieces of a marriage.
Church bells and borrowed friends.
A lost love dancing like sky art.
A sticker price.
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