Almost
We will meet aging in Ann Arbor,
return to that time and place
we almost broke up,
when you left,
when I almost killed myself
racing through Michigan
seeking my soul.
This time we will reach
the Upper Peninsular
go as far North as we can
it won't take long.
Maybe I will apologies once more
but probably
we will just watch the waves
rolling in from Lake Superior.
I hope it's stormy
high waves beat more fierce
on the almost shipwrecked.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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