French kiss

Dana Whittle
Jan 12, 2020 · 2 min read

Deeper into the countryside
We passed abandoned cars
On our way to other dangers
Earlier it had been sleet and rain
Sleet and ice, sleet and sleet

We were girls who had been on the road
Passing in December-storm fashion, undaunted
Exhilarated by our escape
From the regular
We arrived breathless
Absorbed by the suburban mall afternoon…