“they leaned into everything: cigarettes and stories, nips of whiskey, / laughter like blackbirds rising across a white sky.”
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“I suppose it was just old, I suppose it was just its time, or maybe it was only some stray…”
“they loved us, those stars. They must have, anyway, for they did what no one did, what…”
“I know about the stars. That night they made shadows of us, made us bigger, wilder than we…”
“And we danced / with tall grass, wind, and sunrise, drove the next day a two-lane that…”