Antique Snakes

Many times.
Your words hit me with a pang.
I’m driven to leave.
To hide under a rug.
This is the normal part of our walk.
We crawl like antique snakes.
We’re too old to argue, too old to fight.
Ended this.
Our mouths salivated with a bowl of Japanese Ramen.

 

2019

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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