Outside
each road dances
trees shifting in their sleep
a vacant trailer sags on a ridge
peeling poster flutters from a flaking billboard
washed woods point dated directions
a river curls cautiously around a lost clump of weeds
spent stalks collapse under snow
countless whites and grays flash by
as shuffled card faces of buildings
brick, metal, cinder block, metal
noiseless movement past tinted windows
Inside
my hand in yours
you and I are still
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