Painting by Susan Finch
THE MYTH
It was like the myth
we inhabited ended
when we got back to Austin.
Three months on the road,
then another two in Santa Fe.
Before that, all our time
together had been preparing
for the journey.
Then Austin again and
suddenly it was like
we no longer existed
for each other.
It wasn't love, you see,
that bound us.
It was the myth.
And the myth was the road.
Albert Huffstickler
Posted over on Nerve Cowboy
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