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Saturday, April 9, 2011

Joan of Arden at Logjam Lake



How much abuse can a cracked gasket Pontiac take?
Still with white smoke from the exhaust pipe, though
at least the red radiator light went off. A sign.

You guessed black jack on the black joker face down.
Check that air tire, check that spare tire, gas up.
Nobody around for K's. Breathtaking beautiful.

We had two life-altering moments then. Going on,
not knowing if anyone's looking or not. And taking
the initiative to walk toward me instead of waiting.

Spurned the neighbor's garage campfire. Stayed home
and brushed and parted your hair instead. Looked
at the new backroads map in bed. Born for trucking.


2011

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