5/18/2021

Two Voices


We pedaled a stolen tandem 

all over town that summer.


Our favorite place was the cemetery, 

all cool shadows and granite slabs.


We didn’t know about the unmarked 

graves. We didn’t know until we 


wanted to bury the bicycle and found

that all the plots were full.


[LSS, 5/18/21]  

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