Passage 180 — In Passing
On streets drawn by his childhood memories we welcomed winter's fire into our hearts to dance our solstice through its arctic freeze. "One circle ends. Another circle starts," he said. He passed my stone back to my hand. "As yours finds its new home, my own departs." He knelt down, aching, kissed familiar land, looked to the dark sky, breathed familiar air, then let me help him leave the way he'd planned. |
Irreversible
So, did you run a check around back first?
The exit's boarded up solid, did you know?
Girl's got to see when to assume the worst
and when not. How about if you need to go
when the way in's blocked? The fire escape?
Rusted out. Yeah there're windows although
the ground floor's barred. Anyway the shape
you're in, you won't be up to fancy feats
or studied moves. No matter what the scrape
that landed your ass here, the open streets
trump a hard choice you can't get reversed.
This mistake you'll die from, no repeats,
no coming out alive, not a word uncursed.
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