One Dirty Summer

It was a strange young affair I had
one country summer
with a backhoe.
It was unconventional,
but I felt the earth move under my feet.

I thought I was in love
but there are some divides
that are too great to cross.
She tried to bridge the distance
by actually excavating for us,
but it wasn’t enough.

All our friends were supportive
but we went our separate ways.

I hope she’s doing well.
I hear her line’s been retired now.
I’m not… entirely sure what that means
and I’m kind of afraid to ask.

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About Jonathan Berger

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