A Ride

Cold winter morning.


Wan sunlight in a pale sky.


Slips of clouds lurid orange


and red on the horizion.



She holds on tight,


her arms wrapped


around my middle.


She shivers against me.



The mountain road empty.


The real world is another place.


Just us here, as we’ve wished.


The morning belongs to us.



Sit down by a clear stream.


Hot coffee thermos.


Some fast food biscuits.


The call of morning birds.



A day for us only.


We kiss and embrace.


The sun, still cold, distant


lights this waking dream.

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