Monday, January 29, 2024

the bike path quiet 
tucked under the city
dappled with streetlights through leaves
collapsed in a heap on the bank 
finding each other again always
roaming coop aisles
hours of the night never to be known again
in the company of laughter 
punch drunk
and slapping each other's cheeks
to stay awake a bit longer
the crushes/loves/break ups 
loomed large
but the real romance 
was us
intertwining
seeking out and staying in

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