Difference Engine
The creek was buried forty years ago.
It runs unseen beneath the motel parking lot.
Here I am taking off my clothes
before I write this next couplet.
I don’t want what the day wore
to come between us. Like all
those tourists, who came to see
the thing that was moved
so they had a place to park
and undress, and sleep
without seeing a thing.
You gave us a lot to see, Jeff, as usual.
Like, like, like.
“I don’t want what the day wore to come between us.” Terrific, Jeff.
Thanks Chris!
This one is haunting