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We headed South
From Ticonderoga
Toward Saratoga Springs
With all of our possessions
Packed into the back seat
We had everything
Some coffee, cigarettes, and buffalo wings

The road ahead
Slashed across the belly of the mountains
Intrusive and stark
Like that surgical scar
In the last nude photographs of Marilyn Monroe

We had hours to go
So she read to me Kipling
As I pondered all the tragic things
That happen in this world

The trees were in bloom
But the air was still cold
As winter (Now bitter and old)
Refused to accept
That the moment had come
To gracefully slacken its hold

There was nowhere in that place
For a couple of strangers
To make themselves at home
The signs along the shoulder
All said, "Keep going!"
So we carried on
Heedless of darkness approaching

At last
The nighttime shadows thundered past
Like some angry sixteen-wheeler
Determined to make its destination
Regardless of the gas

I turned to speak
But found that she was sleeping
So I listened to some radio preacher
Sermonize of righteousness and freedom

The stars were bright
And the Moon was high
When we finally arrived
Unpacking our possessions
And taking them inside
We were glad to be returning
To our regular lives