Paramour From Chanticleer
by Angela Hamon

    She is throwing on her clothes and driving
    away from him
    in the middle of the moment in the middle
    of the night
    Speeding away from the
    Flood of memories
    unwelcome in her mind

    She trembles in the face of
    months gone by
    Will he be there? Will he answer?
    Will she or won't she go inside?
    In broad daylight, head held high
    She stands at the doorstop

    Before she can even raise her
    Hand to knock
    The door swings open and so do
    His arms
    Arms held wide
    With a smile as broad
    As the highway
    Leading her back.

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