Early Winter,  the first cold night

we lean against her car door as 

frost forms on the windshield


She has her arms wrapped around my waist

but we're not talking 

just exhaling clouds 


The sky above, surrounded by stars, 

her dark hair blends into the night 

as a single airplane flies over 


Its echo is a delayed reaction

minutes and miles after it passes by

a low rumble as its lights fade into the distance   


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