dink-dank,
a long
handled spoon
againstaglass
of late afternoon iced-tea.
the sun melts
us.
sweating
away nevers
on a bruised porch.
our swing.
our life.
our kids.
our choices.
the plains
stretch
past the past
we left behind.
a newer
you,
the old me,
x's and o's.
forever, girl.
we said forever, girl.
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