Elegy #1

I feel like I should drive down
Quarry Road.
Maybe there it is dark
and deeper than this night.
I wonder if it smells like rock face
wet from a storm,
like the tarnished metal
taste of a cheap spoon
rubbing off on the tongue,
souring breakfast.

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