there's something to be said
about Sundays
& slow days
& highways divided by minutes
35 or 45 (depending on the year..)
& the fields
& that green bridge
& the shared rooms w/ all-night
conversations finding names
on ceilings a thousand times over
there will always be something to be said
about Sundays
about after dinner 6 p.m. goodbyes
about closing the car door
& waiting in the many entrances
& a fading black speck on #11..
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