Out of gas

He thinks we're at a crossroads 

that relationships 

are like bus depots 

where weary people wander 

bleary-eyed from their 

faded fabric seats 

across terminals crammed with 

travelers, seekers, 

and dreamers who hope 

their fortunes will change between 

stops in Little Rock 

and Los Angeles

And maybe he's right

But I already 

got off of the bus.

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April PAD Day 4 - departure