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Poem by Ricky De La Rosa

we descended I-80

as the orange crescent skyline approached

another Reno sunrise

running from yesterday

leaving the hazy glow of our aftermath

washing away the scatter plot of stars

on our black silk tent of skullduggery

we wanted to run

to extend the night that was meant to last forever

before the dawn cracked us down

we wanted to feel immortal

like the promises we’d made

in our ocean of whiskey

were ones we could keep

as if we’d conquered

treacherous white mountains

and inhaled their secrets


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