but it didn't.
the object of my gaze has shifted.
i used to focus on that final still:the Thunderbird held midair by a snapshot,
the women cradled for an eternity over the canyon
in the moment before they die.
the women cradled for an eternity over the canyon
in the moment before they die.
but this time:
the moments before they fall,
they sit in the car, knowing it is over.
it is not the kiss, it is not the "keep going."
the moment of revelation,
one moment is all there is.
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