Sightseeing in the Verde Valley

I drive most days alone…
a record of my minutes
transposed on a posted flyer:
event details missing;
so I try to interrupt her
conversation piece
when we meet.
I don’t try to hide the fact that I would like to
share a story with her
it’s just that I think I have no more
breaths to devote to her…
so I make an excuse to tell her
that the doves request to serenade me
and also question my response;
but it’s soon dusk and I am home
again…weary and ready for the day’s
review under the dark sky.
I’m somehow interested in
why she wore bright neon
green shoelaces on a day
like this….


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