Imortal Dreams

We rode a lumber cart down a steep hill
Crashing into a sign

We went skinny dipping
In a mountain river

Leafed through molding books
Piled on sagging shelves
In an earthen lodge

Climbing into a rusted Studebaker
I drove off into the darkness

Naked and unafraid


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