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I remember the dry grass of Nebraska, grey to distant blue. I stopped on hills like slumping shoulders, car cooling, I took off my shoes. I drove out west with my sister, she talks more than I do. When she fell silent still Iâd miss her, the sound of the wind coming through.
I remember the smoky cups of coffee at the continental divide, mesas strange and red and snowy. I felt like Iâd arrived. I walked on the streets of California in the wail of car alarms. Men would shout out to me passing; a stranger with crossed arms.
I remember the subtlety of canyons black by the roadside; a cut in the rocks as I was passing, just a glimpse as you go by. If thereâs something you always are losing â you may not recognise. If thereâs something you always are choosing â something disguised.
Lately I find myself lonely â I wouldnât have called it that before. I always took it as a comfort â what all the distance was for. If you canât leave clean as a statement â so true that you almost wince. If you canât leave, you get yourself taken â like a personal eclipse.