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mountain passes
blue cloth
silver skinny time
meeting up
at
after choir
to show off those new tricks
then
alone
in the backseat
that’s how to feel right
on leather and in sun
spread to spread around
bending an arm
pretending it’s a crooked
path to the neck
tucked down
to hide whatever laughter
bubbling down
but jaw clench
branch snap
memory in cotton
and soap
sticking close to the other
just humming
and saying
that’s being on the run
being a reflection
in eyes