Then one night, side by side
in bed, we closed our eyes
and breathed inside our room.
At four a.m. we rose. Stars
fastened but fading. We opened
a door to cold, and dragged
suitcases down the walk.
The plastic wheels caught
in the newly fallen snow.

Poet Lore vol 107, issue 1/2 coverPoem © Lee Colin Thomas. All rights reserved.

Thank you to the editors at Poet Lore for originally publishing this poem (Volume 107, Number 1/2).

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