we’re in the noon hut riding on that minute
between the
morning and the
rest void
space a lemon pip life between our
thumb
and fingertips bubble made of
laughter
gentle motives a holding of intent
our oasis
booked against the certainty of death
so close and immaterial to life
as lived so far the
tightness of two heads
holding space and time and fear
the noon hut one spacious moment
on the road
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the certainty of death
a motel by a fading pool
critters inside the palms
night is falling hard
somewhere is a fire
the firemen
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fumble for their helmets
squander what we need
more time