xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFor Peggy
griefxxxxxfine as spun air
a widow’s veil of fogxxxxxthat builds
when the hot winds of Vegas
meet the ocean weather
driving west over the pass
after Victorvillexxxxbefore LA
the atmospherexxcoolxxixxswirls
banks of whitexxxxxno answers
only the cover of clouds
a name spoken
that dissolvesxxxxwithout echo
wraps inxxxxxthrough
around everything
absolutely
everything
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