April 3, 2007

It’s a long bus ride for a short visit.

When you returned home
for a brief visit
your house was covered
with an icy feeling.

He was someone you met
Friday night.
Short hair, clean cut,
having his first beer,
looking for something new.

You were one up on him
but the first didn’t feel right.
So you had another.
Clink, clink.

More followed
and now I’m on the bus
Boise to Little Rock.

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