the walk of shame
in morning coffee;
Sweet’n Low
without sustenance

she whispers,
“I will extend the trip –
just one more day.”
into her husband’s static ear.

as the phone line dies
in her trembling fingers
she wonders
about the sudden
in temperature.

…. based on the poem Escapade

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