I.
We sat in silence and stared
out the windshield.
She turned her head and looked
at me for a moment.
I kept looking straight ahead.
II.
"You mind if I put some music on?"
I said I didn't. She reached
for the floor and the beat-up
cd cases sitting there.
The floor was such a mess.
III.
She picked my favorite album
by Miles Davis. On the cover
his face gazes a sight we
cannot see.
Droning organ, us, closer.
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