.Silence.
Like a high-arced shot at the buzzer.
Big city sirens
are drowned out by the suburbs.
I could tear out the stick shift
that keeps us apart, keeps our hands away,
and praise God for storm clouds
setting the mood in the month of May.
"Wait here for me," she sai.
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