16,188. DIFFICULT TO PEN

DIFFICULT TO PEN

Difficult to pen, though not to withstand.

I stood outside the old movie theater

wondering. The wind-broken sign was

clanking in the breeze. We had just left,

once more, after another meeting together.

I shook my head in trying to recall the last

words we'd said.

.

Miles of marshland between us now  - the

wild Jersey meadows, and nothing making

any sense. A skyline of mis-begotten towers, 

and a turnpike roadway; all things heading

away. It all seemed so near, yet it was all

faraway. Gasoline station. Rest stop. Coffee

and food. I'm always footing the bill for 

nothing. The local turnoff beckoned.