Our distance was measured by passing fields
slipping from open window picture frames.
Back roads unfold over a wet windshield
marked by rusty signs that once bore their names.
Skeleton trees lay silent by the shore
as thick water lapped their dense flesh away.
The horizon line met the grassland moor
muffled with sunken tones of bleak, ash grey.
My eyes settled on the rib cages, stripped
and honest in their sweeping curves. I tried
holding these memories before they slipped
wet with time into the abyss cold, wide.
The world lay just beyond this haunting place,
fast and large, another facet of space.
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