we liked to think we were adventurous
trail mix
an apple
crackers—
no flashlight or map
we drove out to the trail head
in your navy sedan
mid afternoon sun
coaxing sweat from pores
this desert is something isn't it?
a couple hours in we wonder
Isn't This Supposed To Be A Loop?
the frantic man
noosed walking stick in hand
refused us direction and kept on
mumbling something
about "losing the light"
that can't be good.
in retrospect
maybe we should have followed him—
instead we held tight
to this "loop idea"
as the sun
slowly shriveled
i told you to Run
Run after me—
and you did
until we no longer saw
anything
to run towards
collapsed in dirt
and fear speckled
with coarse grass
and looked up at the stars...
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