AMARILLO

We drove across the country.

Twice.

You and I,

Your feet on the dash,

Summer light thru the window,

Crossword in hand.

A four-letter word for when lips meet.

We stopped to eat in Amarillo,

And got a local paper.

I suggested an apartment.

You laughed.

We’re building a life,

Together,

Not a stop over here on the road.

Eyes forward into the future,

Shoulders firm and strong,

Headed for God knows where,

Together.

Forever.