Jaywalking in Providence

Past the abortion clinic,
to the place where
time freezes.
Our hair curling in the
rain,
flip flops slipping.
I should have taken your picture
while you drank honeysuckle
for the first time.
The next time we are
Cemetery Detectives,
I will let you have
Tragedy,
and take
Comedy away with me,
hidden in my camera.

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