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…or a 70s horror film.Day’s halfway point looms,lures with lunch in mindno idea what we’ll find.Lyrics hollered with a twangsung to the rhythm of our wheels:“I follow your taillights anywhere, Babe,Even through the deluge ahead.I’d even ride to Santa Barbara, BabeYou’re all the sunshine I ever need.”The bottomless dark wall towered,surrounded, undaunted by our song.Clouds and trees reflect in w…
Emily Gibson
Mario López-Goicoechea
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What a beauty of a poem. :-)
London-based, Cuban writer. Author of “Cuban, Immigrant, and Londoner” https://uk.bookshop.org/a/6886/9781528994293 https://acubaninlondon.medium.com/membership
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