The Way Home
He tapped the keys in his pocket
as the sound of the music moved
them both down the highway.
Streetlights painted the way
forgivingly, and eased the
transition.
He would be home soon,
back to the place where
she had first retrieved
this man
and in slightly better tune.
Sometimes all you need is a good friend,
and a radio.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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