We don’t have a lot of options left,
he said. But I said, There’s always
room at the end of every road.
The sun went down while we were
talking; I sketched a map in the
gravel with the toe of my boot.
I was trying to show him something.
I was always trying to show him
something, in that time before
the moon came up and I knew
the only option we really had.

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For the PAD Chapbook Challenge, Day 13. Prompt: An optional poem.

Also, please sit tight and do not panic. I’m leaving town for a few days, and from past experience, I know that I’m really terrible at writing poems in hotel rooms (or worse yet, hotel business centers). So, there will not be a new poem here until next Wednesday. But never fear! Once I’m back, I’ll catch up on the prompts I missed. Yes … there will be double poems. So, try to hang in there, and I’ll see you on the flip side.