I called you last night. Because I saw the picture,

because I wanted to know if your voice still sounded

like Saturday mornings with closed blinds,

an old truck with the windows down on the highway

in the sticky-hot Western sun. Yes, you did.

Your voice brought me to all the places I’d been searching for,

all the places I’d been pretending not to miss.

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