Washington, by way of Colorado.

Do you remember when I told you
about that evening in Colorado?
That burning hillside in Boulder, the air hot with ash
the strong smell of memory

Coming out from the flats of Nebraska
running wild with all the emotions and equipment
that Midwestern men always seem to carry
in their cars

Well, now all of that evening feels,
                                                              further.

and,
is further.

Far from where I am now.

Because now, it is morning
it’s morning and it will stay like this
all day.

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