Love, Oh Love, Oh Careless Love
Arc lights furring the salty dark far off,
they made love where asphalt ran
into marsh grass, the back seat
where they crammed their singular tangle
vinyl & irrelevant. The fact remains:
his name answers a security prompt.
by John Repp
Editor’s Note: This imagistic poem sets the reader firmly within one of life’s most durable moments.
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