new year's morning


With made up words and ones that sound nothing like they should I left the state of Michigan for the first time.

Small roads took me into Coldwater just four days prior and past the jerky stores and "EAT HERE" signs out front of roadside restaurants. I joked that one day I'd open a place across the street named "NO HERE" painted in illegally warm colors not called drab gray or drab white.

But this was the day I was heading to Detroit in once plowed snow away from her. I stared out over fallow cornfield blue rows only broken up by roads and red board barns. I smiled at her.

The shoulder piles turned gray as we drove closer.

This was the day that came too soon.


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