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on passing through some small town (Free verse) by Dental Panic
balanced like a queen an epiphany in a uniform
white with delicate green stripes and a red logo
discreetly placed upon her chest: touchdown.
o the beauty of the cashier girl
she just might understand why rivers bend
with a smile like that. I want to ask her:
come with me, be all mine. But I donât. Instead
with arms full of supplies I get
into my car and drive. Itâs getting late.
My mouth is dry. A dusty trail is up ahead.
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