It Wont Be Long Now
It won’t be long now,
She said.
And her hand danced like waves through the wind,
paving a path through the air,
Building up and crashing down,
Feeling the air push fiercely back out the window of the tire old truck.
How long?
He asked.
And his restlessness brought her peace,
Knowing he at least believed they would come to some destination.
Copyright © Ciel Peacock | Year Posted 2023
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