We argued like angered lovers on the driveway

Is that what we were? is that where we were?

Old age was on its way, catching us in its headlights

Or at the very least the weather alluded to this

I hadn't seen snow in so long 

I thought the world was melting

Rough and tumble soaking wet

A button pulled from a shirt

By accident you understand

But it still landed in the gutter to be washed away

Regardless of intent

The best laid plans of fish and fowl

Can go awry when a foe is seen

In the rear-view mirror


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