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the old jeep, made it up the hill, barely, with the gas pressed full
there was time for one more, and we took them all
in the lake we held, our breath
in humanity, is human
at the diner, waffles
the trail that leads, forward, back, and still
when a roof leaks, drops in bucket, drop
never end
two turtles today, in a low speed wreck, just over there
Dear Fate. I have no defense. please