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Southport Ave
Oct 16, 2020
The priest is talking
while we kneel
but I’m looking
at you instead.
The beads
around your neck line
as clear as the sweat
clinging to our arms.
I look to the spot
on your finger
where the ring will be,
and the place
on your lips
where
my short kiss will go
inside these stone walls
split with red glass
that we both outlive.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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