painted desert for sale
I was short
& you gave me some leeway
we were halfway to chicago
when I said I couldn’t go on
I needed to stop whatever it
was we were doing
and try something else
so you pulled into the next oasis
and wished me good luck
my pockets stuffed with
electronic paper goods
& assorted memories
with nothing on the horizon
I sat in the common area
sipping on my free caffè latte
& studying all the faces
slowly beginning to realize
what I truly missed the most
was my painted desert
may two thousand twenty
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