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Sep 2020
Map
You
demand to know
where

we are going
but when we met
you said you liked surprises

I thought that included
the journey
too

but I guess I was
wrong
forgive me

at the next gas station
no

not the one with sage brush
rolling across the hot
asphalt

the other one
up ahead
in any case

I promise to get a map

Whit Howland © 2020
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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