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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Susan Tally

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I would have preferred
The colors of a faster getaway:
A jolt of rumbled motor sounds,
The flash of red tail lights down my street.
But the row of flirty staggered lights seduced him.
As the flame of our late night dimmed.
He was drawn by their strict rhythm.
He could keep time with their changes,
They turned just for him.
I measured his distancing
In wine colored evenings.
Until he was out of sight.
But I was the one to linger
too long in the midnight air.