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roadtrip

Katie Foster '15

our hands touch three times in omaha
540 miles of mid-west road
i drive the space between us

to meet again, to eat falafel
to navigate beyond the end of things
we touch three times in omaha

a tall bridge sways over the missouri river
you take me there so i can feel it –
i drive the space between us

a stop on the way to someplace else
it’s all good luck and safe
we touch three times in omaha

i should have kissed you –
at least once and fully on the lips
(i drive the space between us)

here’s the point, i get it now
we’re coordinates on a map
i drive the space between us
our hands touched three times in omaha

Published by: in Issue 1: Fall 2013, Poetry, Volume 70

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