Tallahassee

Window facing an ill-kept front yard

Plums on the tree heavy with nectar

Prayers to summon the destroying angel

Moon stuttering in the sky like a film stuck in a projector

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Twin prop airplanes passing loudly overhead

Road to the airport, two lanes clear

Half the whole town gone for the summer

Terrible silence coming down here

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There is no deadline

There is no schedule

There is no plan

We can fall back on

The road this far can't be retraced

There is no punchline anybody can tack on

There are loose ends by the score

What did I come down here for?

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