--
fingers obsess
over a mind gone blank
memory of morning
draws random lines
over garments flung
across the restroom
last chance gas
by the turnpike ramp
glows neon regret
in the guidance twilight
western wheels
doggedly roll east
for takeoff along
endless, abandoned runways
--
“Italian wine is an ocean of storms!”
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