(returning from a trip and remembering another one)
bus
bunder road
dogs on the beach
the bull
shooting our shadows
white churches
sunlight creeping thru the
slits
of the wooden doors
hands cupping each other
mouths devouring each other
creaks & groans
bed
silence
beads of sweat around our lips
tired
wooden beams of the roof
the fan
spinning
unmindful
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