I blink awake, traveling

the thruway, snaking roads

through the gusts that swirl

with the maple tree leaves.

But my destination rests in her head.

I packed light, left the Bud Light

in the corner of my AA meeting, for the fellas

to sip.

I’ve been sober for the better part of a day.

But unless I pop the question,

proud of me, will she ever be?

I guess we'll know when she thaws.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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