home
At the gas station, a stranger makes eye contact
and I think for a moment of my mother and how once,
in San Diego, I saw the word Kentucky and thought
I was looking at myself.
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I love this!
I love this too.
It’s like how driving
on a country road
we wave at each other
Oh, wow! Great! Brava!