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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

George E. Clark


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Moving On

I was helping my girlfriend pack
It was a rest break
She was sitting on boxes
Talking about professor what's his face
A single drop of sweat was hanging off her nose
She wiped it with her wrist
So that her fingers hung down toward her chest
It was gesture so unlike her that I was
Shocked to see her slack and resting
But then she swung her feet
Squatted to check the roadmap
And wondered out loud if the motels on interstate ninety
Make moving trucks park out back
And should she buy a thicker lock. She grinned
Because her map lying corrugated on the floor
Meant nothing there would tie her to before