from this Flixbus window passing towns 
toward Perth I read a woman who was once a girl 
standing at the top of her innocent street 
looking down its incline toward a life 
she knew she would not live 

from this passing window a flicker 
of a young man steps toward our future 
down the slope of a snow-skirted road 
to the Circle K on the other side of the highway
maybe for some jerky 

maybe for his shift. half a steel roof of snow hangs 
over an eave like an awning without a partner
water slides from under a cold covered lake
toward a town with lives
I hope I never live. 

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