“on occasion”
you and i sat under ballpark lights
calling each other by the names of
constellations. tracing cracks in
one another’s palms to predict the future.
we sat and drank the night, drove out
to a place where the sky met the hills.
in antique vineyards and summer
heat we hid from your father and heard
Coltrane songs on the radio.
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