We were out there unfettered,
Not a cloud in our sky
Till I remembered I had come without money.
But luck was with me.
There was my bank, mine, in a strange city
Just across the street. I asked Gwen
Could I bring her anything after
I had refilled my wallet.
“All I want is a thong.
Is that too much to ask?”
I’ll tell you, those days
In the private spaces of cities,
The cornfields behind you
And the mountains ahead,
Were like no others.November 2016
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