Her arm was criss-crossed the same way
lanes of a freeway are by skidding tires.
Defensive sleeves kept questions at bay,
except for the questions about the sleeves.
She wouldn't show everyone her quiet smile,
I saw it more than once.
The end was a declarative sentence uttered
on a drive home. We don't have to be stranded
from a 6 hour tour to be castaways. Currents move
with unseen stealth. The seaweed never knows
what beach it will wash ashore on.
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