pit stop
sitting silent with a man who has the capacity for great beauty in his heart once he realizes it. elbows on the table eating grilled cheese in a diner with long neglected chrome. looking out windows hoping for what lies beyond the dust blowing over the two-lane and the range ending at sight on the other side. looking back in and staring at the table with a sigh, then seeing the people next to me and wondering Where were the girls who wore shorts like that when I was in high school?
-Ed Makowski