February 6

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Night drive just like
the last night drive
just like the city
lights that paint
the freeway pavement
archetype of neon

if only a heart
could be trained
to sit or stay

I take it with me
driving home about
seventy it’s late

which compounds
its velocity but
a heart can’t
be trained

and every night
we both race home
with only one
of us arriving

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