I’d rather be a dog sipping
Hot cocoa
Than a lady lemonade
Spinster swallows
And I choke on the scarf you made
There were six of us in the back
A yellow rust
Spray painted melody
Bump bump splash
The rubber crashed into the sea
That dog keeled over
Five days ago
Buried under the lemon tree
They picked up ice
To fill the glasses on the balcony
The pickup grew quiet
Fields held frost
We used to sneak out in the cold
Midnight held close
Six miles left us before we grew old
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