Grounds

Hours before sipping iced raspberry
green tea (the color
of irresistible smiles), she walked
the trail leading out

of town. Began with listening to the first
song on the first album Uncle
Tupelo recorded. Twenty
years ago today, she was still

not here. She believes
in increments. Wonders what happened
to all the percolators. In this green
café, the view of the old CC

across the street zigzags
off the map.

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