Taking In the Sun On at the Copperqueen Hotel, Waiting on the Patio for Abby and Justin to Take the Copper Mine Tour
The patio smells of rust and lemonade.
History sits nearby, pretending it’s on vacation.
I check my watch, then accuse it of exaggeration.
Below the hill, copper veins run out.
Here, time does not.
I will stand when they appear,
smile at the right moment,
and call this interval nothing,
though it has said
quite a lot.
— kenne
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