You can legally U-turn
on the Main Street bridge,
return to chase your heart
across the miles,
speed-grieve under lampposts
sprouting swaying flower baskets,
watch twilight’s neckline plunge
into lace camisoles of mist,
re-boil those hard
boiled eggs you couldn’t peel,
return to hope that you
can find a second chance.
published in Verse-Virtual
republished in Substack:
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